0 comments/ 42898 views/ 22 favorites A Stranger to Guide Us Ch. 01 By: asimplekink AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story owes a great debt to "Six Times a Day" and its author, spacer_x, along with many others. ------- Josh Smyth wasn't much to look at, at least according to his own standards. His long, ropy body couldn't fill out a tee shirt like some of the guys he'd gone to school with, and he certainly didn't think he was turning the heads of any girls. Sure, there'd been dates. He'd managed to convince at least one girl to accompany him for each of the high school dances, though they had ended less exuberantly than he'd hoped. According to all the prom movies he'd seen (and he'd seen nearly all of them, as prom movies were something of a favorite with his mom), the evening would come to a climax with a kiss on the dance floor, possibly followed by some sexy something at a hotel. Instead, three of the dances ended with a chaste kiss on the cheek. The fourth ended with Aimee Pressler puking in the passenger seat of his rusting Honda Civic. She was the hottest of all the girls he's managed to cull, but the best action of the night was getting to see her panties as she fell out of the car and collapsed on the sidewalk in front of her house. It didn't exactly stir the imagination. Pathetically enough, he used that image in his masturbation session later that night, trying to block out the sour smell from the car and the bleary look on Aimee's face and just focus on the pink, satin patch of fabric between her legs. He did get off, finally, kneeling in front of his desk, cum dripping down onto the cheap throw rug he kept under it. Why couldn't it be Aimee on the receiving end of that cum, he thought. He could almost see her, down on her knees, devilish eyes looking up at him, and a thin smattering of semen covering her nose and sides of her mouth. It was all porn-fed fantasy, of course. An expert in all things pornographic, Josh could probably make a list of every possible position for fucking, every imaginable place to stick a dick. It was all possible, just not actual. By the time he graduated high school, his list of sexual accomplishments included a painfully inept hand job from a former neighbor girl, some titty sucking from a girl at camp named Judy, and a handful of make-out sessions. It was actually Judy that he remembered most fondly, because she'd been so eager and giving. Judy was a counselor, not a fellow camper. Though he was just a few days past his eighteenth birthday, he was inexperienced and awkward. Judy was in college, which seemed impossibly sophisticated. She offered her breasts to him almost as a gift, like Rose of Sharon in the Grapes of Wrath. With the notable exception that Josh wasn't a starving migrant worker, but was hungry nonetheless for some tit. After the camp incident, his porn habits had shifted towards older women. Yes, the humor was not lost on him that Judy couldn't have been more than 23 years old, but somewhere deep inside him, a switch had been flipped. Older women, the very same women that must have been walking around him all his life, suddenly popped out in bold relief. These weren't just old bags past their prime, like some breed of neutered nuns. There had always been girls in his purview. Now there were women. Women, big beautiful grown women. Women who had had sex not just a few times in the back of a football players car. Women. Women who'd taken men in high school, and college, in marriage beds, and maybe in their offices. There was probably some wife on his block right now getting a fat dick stuffed in her, sweat running fast between her fat, womanly breasts. Oh god! It was just too much for him. --------------------------------- He stood up and shook himself off. Thinking about all this sex that was (probably) going on around him nearly had him shaking with horniness. He'd been lying in bed trying to read through some excruciating history textbook for his World History Intro class. A month into his classes so far, college was different than he'd expected it to be. Much of the caste system of high school had been dispensed with, and he no longer felt awkward about enjoying the learning process. He could raise his hand and ask questions without someone hiding the taunt dork! in a loud cough. The social aspects, sadly, were underwhelming. Again, he'd felt that Hollywood led him astray. Commuting to school was quite a ways away from Animal House. Parties? Yes, a few. Beer? Yes. Panty raids, women throwing themselves at you, and three-ways with hot girls and their roommates. No, no, and no. So far, college had turned out to be a lot high school in this department: a lot of lusting after girls during the day and a lot of jerking off at night. To his credit, he'd been putting it off for two days, but his balls felt fit to burst and waiting had only made him more titillated throughout the day. He threw the book down on the bed and checked the lock on the door. The last thing he wanted was Mom walking in during a wank session. Then he made his way to the computer and sat down. His cock jerked in his pants and he knew he wasn't going to last long. No sense in making a meal of it, he thought. Sometimes to get himself in the mood he preferred erotic stories to pictures or video. Josh had always been a reader and found that certain kinds of porn benefitted from a healthy narrative. Sure, a huge pair of tits flopping up and down got his motor going, but so did a seduction story... say of a hot older teacher seducing her student after class. A story like that could keep him on the verge of cumming for over an hour. Not tonight, though, with a pile of homework stacked on the bed. He jumped right into the fray and pulled up one of those huge, free video repositories. "Older," "MILFS," "May/December..." these were the keywords that stoked his flames. He jumped right into a video of a woman with big tits squeezed into a little sweater. After the brief premise of a "friend" of her son's coming over to drop off some homework, she got to work on his cock. Narrative be damned, he thought, this bitch is hot. Josh dropped his pants to his ankles and grabbed a hold of his dick. The woman on the screen unzipped her sweater and her huge breasts flopped out. They were just what Josh lusted after: big, jiggly, natural boobs that wobbled and rippled when she moved-- none of that rock-hard silicone business. Time seemed to freeze around him as Josh entered that erotic zone. He wasn't close to cumming, but all other concerns seemed to have slipped away. There was only his cock, his hand, and the video, a closed circle of lust. The video finished and he went to the next, wanting to see more of this woman. Her sandy blonde hair and the shape of her lips were particularly alluring. Oh. He could feel it happening inside. The thing he tried to keep suppressed. He tried to focus on the actress and her marvelous tits and a hard cock passed between them, but it was too late. He knew what he wanted and he was no longer in control of his body. His left hand moved to the keyboard, as if of its own volition, and started typing in a URL. --------------------------------- It had been about year ago when it happened. It was his eighteenth birthday. Being a Friday, he had the whole night to celebrate and had plans to go out with friends later. But first Mom insisted on a party for just the two of them. "I know you want to go out with your buddies, but I just wanted to spend some time with my man," Allie Smyth said as she ran a hand through his bushy hair. He'd inherited the hair from his dad, along with -- Mom informed him -- his lanky physique, his love of reading, his sense of humor, and his favorite meal. She slid a plate of lamb chops in front of him and said "Eat up, birthday boy. I know you love 'em." "What are you going to do tonight?" he asked as he wolfed down the first few bites. "Oh, I don't know. Susie wants to go out to The Tavern but I think a quiet night in might be nice." "You should go out. Party." She grinned. "Well I'm sure that's what your friends want you to do. Just don't party so hard the cops notice. I think I'll stick with basic cable tonight." She'd been sticking with basic cable for too many nights, Josh thought. It had been nearly a year since her last date, some stocks and bonds guy that Sallie set her up with. Just another in a sporadic run of weirdoes, losers, or bores that rarely lasted past date #3. In the twelve years since his father died, no one had come close to replacing him. After the lamb chops, Allie turned dimmed the lights and made a big show of bringing the cake in from the kitchen. "So many candles," she said with mock-gravity. "We might need to call the fire department." "It's just eighteen," Josh said sheepishly. "You only turn eighteen once. I only get to see my son turn eighteen once, too, so it's as much for me as for you." She stepped back to look at him in the candlelight and put a hand to her face. "Oh, look at you. You're a man, now, aren't you?" "Mom, stop..." he faltered as her saw the tears roll down her cheeks. She threw her arms around him and gripped him close. "Mom. Mom!" He struggled as politely as possible to free himself. It was always uncomfortable when his mom hugged him because her suddenly became aware that she was -- that she felt -- like a woman. He could feel her breasts crush into his chest, the warm skin of her neck under his nose. It was a crisis of conscience, the body's response going in one direction, the mind recoiling and fleeing in the other. "Ok." She smiled and wiped her eyes. "Eat some cake and go." Josh's friends did indeed take him out the party. By the time he returned home, he was good and drunk. He fumbled with his keys at the door, dropping them more than once before he managed to get in. When he entered the house he was surprised to see the lights still on and the TV blaring. He knew his mom would be okay with him drinking on occasion, he didn't want to have a late night discussion, so he crept towards the living room. There on the couch, Allie was zonked out in her pajamas. It would be too much trouble to wake her, he thought, but at least he could make her comfortable. He grabbed a blanket from a nearby chair to drape across her. When he got nearer, though, he could see that her shirt had ridden up her torso, exposing her smooth belly, which she'd kept in remarkably good shape. And if he ducked his head a little he could -- oh, my -- he could see the gentle curve of the bottom of left breast. It was big, he thought. And that was all he could think, because his brain had temporarily snapped. Then Allie snorted and Josh snapped up, terrified. But she only gave a little sigh and shifted her legs. Josh covered her with the blanket and left the room, turning off the TV as he went into the kitchen. Despite the considerable beer buzz he had going, he felt another one wasn't out of order, so he grabbed a cold bottle from the fridge and make his way upstairs. As soon as he closed the door to his room, he downed the beer and shivered with the rush of alcohol and cold coursing through his body. There was a twitching in his pants that he wanted to ignore, but logic and patience weren't on the agenda for a drunk eighteen year old. He laughed to himself as he booted up the computer. "There's only one thing to do. I'll have to masturbate my way out of this situation!" He laughed out loud this time at his own cleverness. He navigated first to an erotic story site, anticipating a long, comfortable wank, but was surprised to find that his eyes could not focus on the small print. Almost ruefully, he switched to a video site instead and chose the opposite-most video he could find from what that screaming little voice in the back of his head was prodding him towards. The first video he cued up was two teen girls going at it. Good, he thought. That's good. Young girls. As young as legally allowed. And all girls. Not a cock in sight. But the video was over in a flash, as were the next and the next. The computer wanted more input. More clicks. Make a choice, it seemed to say. Watch another. So Josh clicked on another, this time with an older woman seducing a teen girl. The older woman slowly lifted up her shirt and the teen girl latched on a nipple, sucking and pulling. But that video was over in a flash, as well. More and more videos, further down the rabbit hole he went. Josh fell to his knees in front of the computer. He was sweating now, and completely naked. He slid the mouse across the screen and clicked on "Milfs." Normally his favorite genre, his most reliable boner-getter. But tonight he was trying like hell to avoid its siren call, because he knew what thoughts laid in wait for him there. The video cued up and Josh nearly had the wind knocked out of him. The woman onscreen looked remarkably like his mother. His cock nearly spurted right there, but he gripped it tightly at the base to cut off the orgasm. The woman was alone, in her bedroom. She undressed for the shower. Her breasts were large, fatty and undulating, capped with large, copper-colored nipples. 36D? Double-D, Josh wondered. Is that how big hers are? The woman onscreen cupped them and gave them a little shake. They jiggled deliciously. "Oh, god," he moaned. The woman was in the shower now, soaping up between her breasts and rubbing between her thighs. She bent over and the camera closed in on her little asshole and the thick, rosy pussy lips that crept up to meet it. Oh, he said silently. My mom has an asshole. A beautiful asshole. She has a pussy. A pussy that gets wet. It must get wet sometimes. What gets her wet? She fucks. I know she fucks. She was pregnant with me so she must have had sex. Tiny revelations exploded in his head, one on top of another on top of another. I think I even heard her masturbating once. Fucking. She was fucking. Oh god, in her cunt. Putting fingers in her cunt like a cock. Oh likes to suck cock and put it in her wet pussy and rub it all over her asshole until it cums all over her pussy and -- Josh orgasmed like he'd never orgasmed before. The entire world was blasted away, going black as it was sucked up through his eyes and out his cock. Nothing existed except the firehouse of cum shooting onto the floor, the wall, the desk, and everything nearby. He felt the last few drips drain from him, then slunk to the floor and passed out. ------------------ Josh returned to that video just twice more since he'd discovered it. The guilt was terrible. This was his mother he was thinking about. But the secret shame of it made the thoughts impossibly erotic. He returned to it again, typing in the URL slowly and deliberately. He wondered if his mom was asleep yet. Getting caught masturbating by your mother was right at the top of the list of embarrassing situations. Getting caught masturbating to a mirror image of your mother must be on some completely new list he'd never even thought of. He slipped quietly across the floor and re-checked the lock, then sat back at his desk, put on his headphones, and jacked up the volume. He really wanted to hear her scream this time when she came. END PART 1 A Stranger to Guide Us Ch. 02 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story owes a great debt to "Six Times a Day" and its author, spacer_x, along with many others. ------- Josh's first semester came to an end eventually, and he had a long winter break to look forward to. He'd made more friends and found himself invited to more parties, but had no more luck with the ladies. He made his way down to the kitchen to find him Allie, his mom, just about to leave for work. Her job as an architect's assistant had kept her gainfully employed for many years, even before Josh's father had died. Afterwards, her boss gave her what she only partly-jokingly referred to as a "sympathy promotion." They'd managed to remain fairly comfortable ever since. "You're dressed up fancy," Josh said. "What, this old thing?" Allie put a hand to her hip like a model and gave a quarter turn. She wore a crisp white shirt and knee-length black shirt, along with some tall black heels. She laughed. "Big meeting today with some new clients. Part of selling the company is selling yourself." "Selling yourself?" Josh raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Ah, the idealism of youth," Allie retorted. She starting packing up her purse and Josh noticed a large gap between the buttons on her shirt where they drew tight over her boobs. She was wearing a lacy white bra with intricate little patterns creating a myriad of tiny gaps that exposed her soft flesh. She took a deep breath and her shirt constricted even tighter. He gritted his teeth and tried to look away, though his eyes darted back at least once. "Yes, we all sell ourselves a little. It's what paying the bills is all about." She turned to face him. "Speaking of... what are you going to do with yourself during winter break." "Uhhhhh..." His jaw hung open. What was he going to do? "Might I suggest... a job?" Allie said coyly. "A job..." "Yes, Josh, a job. You go there and work. They give you money in exchange." "Right." She rolled her eyes and kissed him on the forehead. "Find a job by the end of the day." Then she turned and strutted out the door, her high heels clapping on the wooden floor boards. A job. Yeah, he supposed now that he should get a job. He'd been looking forward to lounging about the house, probably masturbating more than was healthy. But his mother worked so hard to keep a roof over their heads. He could at least earn his keep. ---------------------- When Allie returned at six o'clock that evening, Josh surprised her with a business card on the kitchen table. "What's this?" she asked. "Read it." "O'Donnell Brothers. House Painting, Repairs, Moving Services. Call for a Quote." She set the card down and looked at his squarely. "Are you moving out or getting the house painted?" she asked. "No, it's my new job!" he said laughing. "Yeah," she retorted. "I kind of guessed that. Come here." She took him in her open arms and squeezed him tight. "Thank you. I really appreciate it." He tried to extract himself, which put about a foot of distance between them. He was just raising an arm between them when she pulled in him for second hug and, to his horror, found his hand mashed into her tit. She let go suddenly. Josh went red in the face. "Sorry. Sorry sorry sorry," he said, backing away. He dashed out the room and up the steps, shouting "let me know when dinner's ready!" I have got to get laid! he thought as he clambered up the steps. ---------------------- After a tough week of painting and hauling moving boxes back and forth, Josh was exhausted and grateful to get his first paycheck. "You did good, kid," said the Mr. O'Donnell. Josh had assumed that the grizzled old man had hated him, given the verbal abuse he'd been dishing out all week, but apparently not. "Most college boys your age quit after the first day. I added a little something extra in there." He smiled and handed him the check. "Wow, thank you," was all Josh could muster. "Don't let it go to your head." Mr. O'Donnell hopped in the cab of his truck and slammed the door. He was just about to hit the gas when he leaned out the window and said, "Do me a favor and get yourself laid this weekend. I don't wanna watch another week of you eye-fucking the female customers." The motor revved and he sped away, cackling like a madman. Eye-fucking the customers, he thought. He hadn't even realized he was doing so. Sure, the lady they'd just moved into a new house was moderately attractive and, sure, he'd snuck a peek down her blouse. Apparently he was more desperate than he even knew. Get yourself laid. Good advice. Josh thought to himself as he drove away. Now I just need to figure out how. ---------------------- Over dinner that night, Josh came up with a plan. He couldn't possibly go another semester without having sex. Ogling the customers, these impure thoughts about his own mother, they couldn't go on. Something had to be done. "Penny for your thoughts," Allie said as stared across the dinner table. She had changed from her work clothes into an old tee shirt and jeans, but she still looked great, he thought. "You've been quiet since you got home, up in your room, typing away." "Oh, nothing," Josh said. "Just seeing if anyone was around to hang out later. What are you doing tonight?" She swept her hands down her body to indicate her apparel. "What's it look like to you? I've got my do-nuthin' outfit on, and that's exactly what I'm doing. Nuthin'." "You should go out," he said for what seemed like the hundredth time. "Ha!" she laughed. "You figure out where I should go and I'll be there." "Doesn't anyone from your office go out?" he asked. "The younger ones, sure, but I'm getting a little long in the tooth for that. My club days are over and I'm not exactly in shape for the dance floor." She sighed and poked at the remaining food on her plate. "What are you talking about? You're in great shape." She raised a suspicious eyebrow. "It's true. You saw all the other moms at the PTA events in high school. Most of them couldn't even fit on a dance floor." She laughed again, and this time is wasn't sarcastic or self-pitying. She threw her head back and gave a throaty laugh. When she laughs like that, he found himself thinking, the years seem to melt off her and you could see the young woman she must have once been. "You're probably right about that. But I still thing my clubbing days are over. The music is loud and terrible and... well, I suppose it's exactly the same as when I did go to clubs. But I don't have to pretend to like it anymore. So," she said." Are you going out tonight?" "Yes," he said, conveying more conviction than he'd meant to. "Yes. I am going out tonight." Thirty minutes later, he was gone. ---------------------- The directions on the website said to pull up around back and use the green door entrance. It had taken him nearly an hour to get here because he'd gotten lost on some back roads and had to stop for directions at a gas station. When he arrived at the parking lot, he saw about fifteen or twenty cars already parked. The building itself seemed pretty small, a something like a cross between a motel and a nightclub, but with few distinguishing features on the exterior. As he looked closer, he saw there were no marks of any kind. Not even an address, no signs, no text of any kind. He walked around to the front of the building to double-check, then circled back again. Was this the right place? It would be awfully embarrassing to knock on the door and inquire if he had the wrong address. Another car pulled up and a single man in a business suit got out. As soon as he spied Josh in the parking lot, he ducked his head and hurried up to the green door. The man gave a knock, then Josh heard a scraping sound, and a moment later the door opened. The man slipped inside, then Josh was alone again. This is stupid, he thought. If I have it wrong, I'll just go home and try again tomorrow. His heart thumping, he headed to the door and gave a knock. A few seconds later, he heard that same scraping sound and a peep hole slide into view. "Kk-kk-Kit Kat Club?" Josh stammered. He hated his nervous stutter. It only appeared every so often when he was extremely nervous, and this was the last place he wanted to look like a man unprepared. The eyeballs on the other side of the peephole looked him up and down, then gave a chuckle. ""Mawn in," said a deep voice. The door opened into a pitch black interior. Josh steeled himself and pushed through the door. It took about a minute for his eyes to adjust. In the meantime, a strong hand gripped his shoulder and steered him to the left. "Just follow this hallway down to the end, then go through the door. I already know you're not a cop just looking at you, so I ain't even gonna ask," said the deep voice. Josh nodded mutely, not even sure if he could be seen in the dark. He just walked in the direction he'd been pointed. Up ahead, he could see a sliver of light. There was music, too -- a slow, thumping beat. Nearer to the light, he could see a door handle. He pulled it and the world re-appeared, but a totally different world from one Josh had ever seen. It was a long room with a bar running the length on one side. The lights were soft and warm. It was balmy in here and Josh wanted to take off his jacket, but was frozen in his spot. A few men were scattered around the room, but the only thing Josh had eyes for were the women. Women of every kind -- young women, older woman, skinny women with almost flat chests, chubby women, white women, asian women, blondes, brunettes, and redheads. There must have been almost forty. He felt a lump in his throat as he noticed that most of them were wearing precious little clothing. A few were in ballroom-type gowns with deep cleavage, but others were in bikinis or lingerie with transparent, colorful robes. The bartender, a lithe brunette with short hair and a white halter top, looked up from the drink she was making and gave him a wink. Grateful for someone to have at least acknowledged his presence, he made a move towards the bar. Suddenly, he felt a hand push firmly, but not unkindly, into his waist. Unusually close, he thought, to his crotch. He looked down to see the outstretched arm of a steely, maternal-looking woman seated at a small table. Josh clocked her in her 50s, maybe early sixties. She wore a lot of makeup, and would be considered "past her prime" but still had a powerful allure. She was curvy in all the right places and Josh had a hard time dragging his eyes away from her plunging neckline. "Evening, hon," she said in a slow drawl. "I believe this is your first time here, am I right?" Josh nodded. "Welcome, then. I'm Miss Annie" Her smile was wide and sexy. Josh could tell this was a practiced charm that was nonetheless very effective. For the first time this evening, he loosened up a little. "Josh," he replied. She drew out a long, bare leg from under the table and pushed out a chair. "Have a seat with me here, Josh." Once he was seated, she leaned forward so her large bust seemed to double in size. "You've never been here before." It was not a question. He nodded mutely. "Now, you look like a nice kid, but I'm gonna give you a run-down of the rules anyways." "Of course," he said, secretly relieved that someone was going to tell him how to conduct himself. If the directions on the website had been a bit vague, they were nothing compared to the explanation of what, exactly, the Kit Kat Club was or what services they offered. Just a lot of innuendo. Desperate as he was, though, he thought it worth a gamble. "The here is a brothel, sugar," she continued in her drawl, "But you probably guessed that already. " Josh said nothing. "Any girl you see not already occupied with a customer is available. You can talk with anyone and you can say 'no' to anyone. No hard feelings. If you like a girl, tell her you want to go back to a room. Flat fee is $150 for an hour in the room. Anything else," she said with a wink, "can be negotiated between the two of you. If you like, you can head to the bar and get yourself a drink. First one's on the house." "I'm not 21," Josh blurted out before he could stop himself, then turned beet red. Miss Annie gave a great, heaving laugh. "That really don't matter much, here. all things considered." She continued laughing as he made his way to the bar, feeling like a bit of a fool. He sat on a stool and the slim brunette bartender made her way down to him. "What can I get you, handsome?" she asked. "Um, a beer, I guess." He wasn't even sure what brand to ask for, as his college experience had always been cheap beer in large quantities. "Whatever's on tap." "You got it." A minute later, she slid a tall, cold pint of beer under his nose, then bent down so she could be face to face with him. "So," she said, "who have you got your eye on?" Jesus, he thought, is ¬she available? I was ready to have sex with the lady at the door. Now I have to choose? Josh took a look around and was shocked to find that the eyes of nearly every girl was on him, at least those that weren't already chatting up a man. He spun back around towards the bar and took a deep sip. "Hey, baby, it's okay." She tapped him playfully on the nose with a long, manicured nail. "Take a sec, then turn back around and have a look-see. Remember, you're the one that gets to pick. I think they'd be lucky to have you." Then the bartender called out to the onlookers, "Quit staring! You're making the poor boy nervous." A mummer of laughter rippled through the room, but it didn't make him feel embarrassed. In fact, they triggered something in his gut, a familiar, erotic tug. The laughs were soft and feminine. He took another sip then slowly turned around in his seat to survey the room. The women weren't staring at him anymore, but most glanced up to catch his eye as it swept passed them. This was an unreal sort of proposition, he thought, after years of chasing after girls and getting nowhere. Sure, he was paying for it, but that didn't bother him. He knew that it was his wallet, not his charm that would get him a girl in this room, but that didn't mean he couldn't also be charming in the process. Everyone in the room was a consenting adult and this was... well, practice, he supposed. Practice for a time when he would have a girlfriend. From across the room, an absolutely stunning young asian women turned her head to look at him. She wore a black bustier that emphasized her long, slim torso and pushed her small breasts up into a delicious bundle. Her long, bronze legs were crossed as she sipped at her martini, a foot bobbing slowly up and down. When Josh smiled at her she whispered something to another woman at her table then stood up and crossed to him. "Hi," she said. "Can I join you?" She had no trace of an accent other than American, and Josh found himself a little disappointed. Perhaps, he thought, if he was the one on native turf and she was the visitor, he might feel a little more in control. It was stupid, he knew, but honest. Josh gestured to the seat next to him, which she took, but not before sliding it so close to his that when she sat her knees slid between his legs. The temperature in his pants immediately shot up ten degrees. She giggled, "I'm Kim. What's your name." He pushed the lump down in his throat and said, "Josh," with as much confidence as he could muster. "First time?" she asked. He nodded. Kim leaned into him and nuzzled her nose in his ear. At the same time, she took his hand from his lap and put it on her bare thigh. Her leg was so soft, so naked -- he wanted to melt into it. "If you want to go back to a room with me, just say the word." Then she took his earlobe in her mouth and circled her tongue around it. Josh nearly came in his pants right there. She giggled again and pulled away from him. "Is that a yes?" Josh nodded. She beamed at him and took his hand to lead him across the room towards Miss Annie's table. "Just wait here a second, I need to talk to Miss Annie" she said. Miss Annie, watching the proceedings, gave a knowing nod to Kim and they disappeared behind a velvet curtain to talk business. Josh stood, alone again, unsure what to do with his body. Should he go back and finish his drink? Should he take it with him? Would he pay now or when it was over? What if it cost more than he brought? What if they tried to rob him, or blackmail him? He started tapping his hands absentmindedly against his legs, hoping to look like he really enjoyed the music and was just drumming along. Then a voice came out of the darkness. "Nervous?" It was deep and breathy and made the little hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "Wh-what?" he asked. At first he couldn't even tell where the voice had come from. "I asked if you're nervous. You look nervous." The voice was so evocative. The words stockings and affair popped into his head out of nowhere. He turned around and found the source, sitting in the deep corner of a booth that was half-hidden in shadow. "Have a seat," she said. "They'll probably be a minute." Josh sat at the booth in a trance. The woman seated before him was a different breed from the rest of the women here, he could tell immediately. She was older, probably past forty. She was no skinny teenager, that was for sure. Her body was thicker, curvaceous. She wore a beautiful evening gown that did showed off her body, but not in a showy way. It was elegance, he thought, and suddenly all the women he'd seen so far seemed like they were using cheap gimmicks to get at what this woman had naturally -- sex appeal. She exuded it, like the smoke from her cigarette. "I thought you couldn't smoke inside in this state," he said, which was the only thing that came to his dumbstruck mind at the moment. "I thought you couldn't drink unless you were twenty-one," she threw back at him. He felt a little sting in his pride, but she gave him a little smile and the hurt melted away instantly. "I'm Josh." "Lana," she said, extending a hand. He tried to focus his eyes on her face, but they were ravenous and wanted to devour her every part. They stared at each other for over a minute. He couldn't think of a single thing to say. She in turn didn't seem interested in the least in breaking the silence. The bartender came over and delivered a fresh tumbler of what looked like whiskey. When she left, Lana finally spoke. "So... Kim," she said, nodding towards the spot where Kim and Miss Annie had disappeared. It wasn't a question, per se, but Josh felt he had to defend his decision. "Well, yeah. I mean, um... she's... she seems nice." Lana gave him a smoldering look. "Nice lots of things, mm? Nice legs, nice ass, nice tits. A little petite, but...." "Yeah. And, you know, it's my first time here. I'm not, like, gonna be with her all the time." She laughed, warm and breathy. Smoke and whiskey glided across the table and filled his nose with her aroma. "I mean, I don't have to, right?" he stammered. For a moment, he genuinely wasn't sure. She laughed again and threw her head back. It reminded him of something -- something beautiful -- but he couldn't think what it was. His senses were running on overdrive and his brain could barely process everything that was happening in the moment, let alone retrieve memories. "No," she said. She leaned forward and her breasts mashed into the edge of the table, pushing them up towards her neck. "In fact, you can still say no. 'No, thank you,' if you want to be polite about it." "Really?" Just then the velvet curtain swung open again and Kim stepped through. "Ready?" she asked, extending a hand. A Stranger to Guide Us Ch. 02 He reddened. "Actually..." Kim's eyes shot from Josh to the older woman. "Seriously, Lana?" Lana shrugged her shoulders. "I'll make it up to you." Kim gave her a suspicious look. "Really," she said solemnly. "I have no intention of eating off your plate." Kim stared for a moment, apparently deciding how to take this news. Then she shrugged and turned so her slender profile was presented to Josh. "I'm here if you change your mind," she said, then sashayed away, her ass clearly visible on both sides of the black thong that slipped down the middle. "Well," said Lana, the husky voice drawing Josh's gaze back to her. "Now it looks like we're alone." "Um, yeah." For some reason, he was more nervous now than he'd been the whole evening. She seemed so mature, so in-control, and definitely unattainable. "Would you like a drink?" she asked. He nodded and Lana beckoned the bartender back over. When she arrived Lana spoke. "I'm fine, but Josh here will have a...?" "Beer, please," he said. She laughed. "So polite. But no. He'll have a martini." The bartender nodded and walked away. Ok, he thought. I guess I'll have a martini. Then he panicked. He'd only packed so much money. "Um... Lana..." he stammered. "Yes, Josh?" "I don't know if I have enough money for the drinks and for... for..." "For me?" she finished. She flipped her hand, as if brushing away a fly. "Money," she said dismissively. "You're worried you won't have enough to drink and still get your willy wet." His face went flush. "Oh, you blushed." Her eyes glinted. "I like that. Tell you what. Let's not worry about the money right now. Let's just enjoy each other's company." The martini arrived. "Go on," said Lana. "Take a sip." Josh lifted the wide, shallow cup, trying to look as casual as possible, but when it hit his throat he couldn't stifle the spasm of a cough. "Your first martini," she stated. He nodded, his eyes tearing. "Lot of firsts for you tonight, huh? First martini, first visit to a brothel, maybe even your first time with a woman?" He sat bolt upright. "No, of course not. I've been with a woman before." "What was her name?" "Susan." "Susan what?" said Lana without missing a beat. "Susan Co-man. Mel. Comel. Cormelo." He knew he blew it. Lana didn't laugh at him, though. She just leaned back and take a long, appraising look at him. Then, as if she'd completed some long but completely silent debate, she gave a resigned sigh. "You're cute," she said. "Come on." "What? Now?" "Yes," she said. "Finish the drink and follow me." She stood up and for the first time Josh got a look at her whole body. In addition to the deep cut in the neckline, the dress split high on her thigh, revealing a lot of beautiful, olive skin. Her brown hair fell in thick curls around her shoulders. Her full bust and wide hips flared out, giving her a perfect hourglass shape. Josh almost gasped as he took her in. She gave a soft smile, then indicated again for him to finish the drink. He pounded it, again feeling the burning sensation as it crept down his throat and like a fire in his belly. She took his hand and pulled him through the curtain. On the other side, he found himself in a long hallway with many doors on both sides. It was just as dark as the bar, but the music sounded muffled and far away. There was a red tint to the light and he could have sworn some vapor in the air, as well. The whole experience felt very dreamlike, though the martini was probably contributing to that. "Don't you need to talk to that lady first?" he wondered. "Miss Annie?" she said. "I'll get her later. I kind of do things my own way around here. Doesn't make me the most popular with the staff, but I've never heard a complaint from a boy." She gave him a mischievous grin. At the end of the hallway was a red carpeted staircase. She went up first and he found his face suddenly very close to her ass. It swayed back and forth like a pendulum. She was talking, but he had a hard time paying attention. "I'm very particular about who I spend my time with," she said. "I like to find 'special projects.' Money is less of an issue for me. I have enough to live comfortably. This is more of a hobby, if you know what I mean." She stopped suddenly and Josh faces plowed into her butt, sinking into the softness a little before rebounding back. A puff of some beautiful perfume filled his nose. She turned around to look at him with a sparkle in her eye. "Oops." For the second time that night, Josh was sure he was going to shoot off in his pants. His cock was so hard it was difficult to finish climbing the stairs. When they reached the top the continued down another hallway with more doors. Josh thought he could hear the muffled grunts and cries from within. They passed a door with the number 27 on it. "Oh, god! Hhnnnn!" came a sudden shout. Lana paused and gripped his hand. "Sounds good and nasty, doesn't it?" He wanted to stay and listen a bit longer but Lana put a hand on his butt and steered him forward. At the end of the hallway they came upon another door marked 30. "This is us," she said and opened the door. ---------------------------------------- Inside, the room was dimly lit and warm, like everything else he'd seen. It smelled wonderful inside, he thought, then realized it was the same aroma he'd received when he was face to face with her ass. Lana closed the door behind him and before he had time to think she was standing directly in front of him, pressing her soft, warm body against his. Her lips were an inch away from his and her arms held him firm at the hips. He could feel her now, feel her flesh yielding, her large, soft breasts rising and falling with her breath. "Hi," she whispered. "Hi," he said in response. "I know this is your first time. You're not going to last very long." She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his face down to her neck. "Don't try. We'll have more fun the second time around." She breathed hotly and heavily into his ear. He opened his mouth and took in as much of her soft neck as he could. He wanted to rip all her clothes off and fuck her right there. It was going to happen, he thought. It was finally going to happen. Josh felt her hands snake down his chest and undo his belt buckle. His pants dropped to the floor. She slowly knelt, keeping her body pressed close so her tits rubbed and bumped him all the way down. "There we go." She slid his boxers down and his cock sprang up, seven inches and hard as a flagpole in winter. She wrapped a hand around and smiled. "Mmm... I love a young, hard cock," then gave it a few strokes. "Always ready, always excited." Then, quick as a flash, she had a condom on his dick. He hadn't even seen it happening. He was a little relieved, but also a little disappointed, and it must have shown on his face. "Just for now," she said. "We'll see if we can't do something about that down the road." As she stood up she kissed him softly on the cheek, lifted his shirt over his head, then pushed him hard back on the bed. He sat, legs splayed out, dick standing up hard, and his pants still around his ankles. Lana reached behind her back to get at the zipper of her dress, then let it fall. It took a lot of willpower for Josh not to cum right then. Lana was a knockout. Her large, creamy breasts were suspended tightly in a black bra, creating a deep cleavage that he wanted to dive into. Below, she wore matching black underwear that was mostly lace. She could have burned a hole in the floor she was so hot, thought Josh. She gave him a smoldering look. "You wanna fuck me?" she asked softly. He nodded, dumbstruck. She reached behind her back and slowly undid her bra. As she let it drop, gravity took her huge tits and tugged them down so they wobbled mesmerizingly. They were soft and white, like the rest of her skin, capped with dark pink nipples that stood at attention. "You wanna fuck me?" she asked again. He nodded. She gripped her panties on both sides, then bent forward and pulled them down, never losing eye contact with him. Then she stood up, fully nude. He could see that she shaved her pussy, except for a small patch above her lips that was the same rich auburn as her hair. "You wanna fuck me?" she asked for a third time. "Yes," he said. "Good." Then, without another word, she straddled him, reach underneath her, and slipped the tip of his cock into her pussy. This was it, he realized. He was losing his virginity. Then she pushed down, pressing the rest of his cock inside of her. So soft..., was all he could think, so wet... So... so... He started bucking and shaking, then exploded inside her, releasing what felt like gallons of cum into the condom. She snapped her legs tight to grip him and smashed her tits into his bare chest. He could feel her pussy squeezing, milking him. He came again and again, only able to make little gasping sounds. "Congratulations," she whispered in my ear. "Now go clean yourself and get ready for round two. We still have 55 minutes left on the clock." -------------------------------- Josh lasted much longer the second time with Lana, and even longer the third time. When he blasted his final load, he collapsed on top of her. They were both drenched in sweat slipping all over each other. The sheets were a disaster. Their hair was a mess. He pulled slowly out of her swollen pussy and fell back on the bed to lie beside her, exhausted. "Is it always like this?" he asked. Lana laughed long and hard. "No. This was... special." She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. She was glowing and had a delighted, dog-tired look on her face. "With most of the girls here you get one spurt, then -- bop -- out on your ass. In fact, I'm afraid to tell you that even husbands and wives aren't even this good together, unless you're really lucky. And I should know." "Are you married?" he asked, shocked. "No, but I was. Twice, actually. Apparently I was not cut out for marriage." "What happened?" He found he was genuinely interested. He too felt like something special had happened in the last hour and didn't want it to end. "I was too young the first time. Barely nineteen years old. He was almost forty." "Forty!" said Josh. She smiled. "Yeah. The age difference was partly what made it so exciting." "So what happened?" "I cheated on him. A lot, actually. At first he kind of condoned it. He liked having a young, insatiable wife. For my part, I loved sex. But I think it got to be too much for him." He was silent for a while, then a thought occurred to him and he shot up. "What time is it? How long have we been going at it? I mean, I only brought enough money for..." She put a finger to his lips, shushing him. "Shh, don't worry. I told you, money's not an issue for me. I'm get to be choosey with my men." She ran a hand up his chest. "Right now, you're my man." He let the words sink in. She sat up and looked at him seriously. "I have a proposal for you. I want you to be my new project." "Project?" he asked. "Yes. My project. If I don't have a project I'm all at loose ends." She stood up and crossed to low table on the other side of the room and fished out a cigarette and lighter. Josh could see her reflection in a large mirror mounted to the wall. She lit the cigarette and fell back on the bed. Her tits jiggling obscenely as she repositioned herself. He felt a twinge in cock and it started to rise for a fourth time. "Oh, I love a young, stiff cock," she giggled. "There's really nothing like it. Always at the ready. That's partly why I want you as my project partner in this." "Your project partner?" he smirked. It was a term he thought he'd left behind in grade school, and here it was again in a very different context. "Exactly. No offense, but sexually speaking, you're a blank slate. You have a lot of pent-up desires, and probably a few kinks," she winked, "but almost no experience. I'm going to be your guide. Open you up, see what turns you on, and exploit your every fantasy." She took a long drag. "I was going to ask what you thought about the idea, but I can see you've already answered." They both looked at his cock, now at full mast and sticking up at a forty-five degree angle. It was red and a little sore, but ready to jump back into the fight for another round. She wrapped a hand around it and squeezed. "If you say yes, this thing belongs to me. You'll do what I want when I want it. No sex with other girls. In return, I promise not to hurt you or do anything you don't want. You have to trust me. You can also forget about money. Tonight I was your whore --" Josh made a murmur of protest. "No, that's what I was. You paid me for sex. I'm perfectly comfortable with that. I can be a whore when I want, or I can be so much more. Now, do you agree to our little arrangement?" "Yes," said Josh, completely awestruck at the turn of events. "Yes, absolutely, yes." Lana smiled at him, and with his cock still in her hand, she ran her other hand through his shaggy hair. "I like you," she smiled. "We're gonna have a lot of fun together, you and me." -------------------------------- He returned home late that night, much later than he told Allie to expect him. She was asleep on the couch, the TV flickering quietly, just as he'd found her that night. Tonight, though, she was wrapped tight in an old blanket. He shook her softly. "Mom. Mom, wake up." She shifted and blinked her eyes. "Wh-what's up?" "I'm home. You should go to bed." She made a noise of sleepy complaint and nuzzled the hand on her shoulder. When it brushed her nose, however, she took a deep inward breath then opened her eyes, wide awake. "What's wrong," he asked. Allie looked at him for a moment, then turned her head away. "Nothing. I just -- I'm just sleepy. I'm going up." "Okay," he said. I'll get the lights and everything. "Where'd you end up going tonight?" she asked, still not making eye contact with him. "I'll tell you all about it tomorrow morning." He needed at least that much time to process what had happened and come up with a plausible cover story. When she was halfway up the stairs, she turned back to him. From where Josh stood, the hall light fell on her in such a way that she looked like a painting. Her hair fell in a messy bunch around her shoulders. She wore the blanket like a cape, and it parted at her navel, revealing her soft legs clad in only little red shorts. She looked sad, he thought, but also beautiful. "Happy birthday, Josh," she said, then turned away and up to bed. He followed her a few minutes later. He lay down, head swimming. There was so much to consider. He'd woken up this morning a boy and gone to bed a man, he thought. It was kind of silly to put in those terms, because he'd felt fairly manly before. But he was definitely changed. A woman, a real flesh and blood, full-grown woman had chosen him, marked him as special and desirable. It was a tremendous ego boost, but also nerve-wracking. What did she expect from him? And what's going to happen next? That was the last thought in his head before he conked out for what had probably been the most exciting day of his life. END PART 2 A Stranger to Guide Us Ch. 03 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story owes a great debt to "Six Times a Day" and its author, spacer_x, along with many others. ------- The next morning passed unremarkably. Allie seemed satisfied with Josh's story of a wild night out with some new friends from college. Drinking -- but no driving, of course. She'd have killed him for that, he knew. But, god, he wondered, what would she say if she knew what really happened. Fresh off the loss of his virginity, he had a bounce in his step all weekend. Allie commented on it a number of times, but he said it was nothing more than a post-birthday high. "Don't worry, mom," he said. "Monday's gloom will be here for you know it. We'll just have to brave this cheeriness until it passes." She smiled at him and dropped it. He had a little money left over from the other night and insisted on taking Allie to lunch on Saturday. She knew he didn't have much, so she insisted on a local pizza joint and kidded about his luck in finding such a cheap date. The rest of the weekend, Josh shuffled around the house waiting for a line of contact from Lana. Before he'd left the Kit Kat Club she'd jotted down his email and cell number. But she'd never said when she might call. By Sunday night he was feeling a little apprehensive about the silence, but as Monday, Tuesday, then Wednesday came and went, he was practically crawling up the wall. Had she forgotten, he asked himself for the millionth time. Had she been lying to him? The whole thing had felt like a dream -- the hazy bar, the dim lighting, the beautiful women and complex codes of behavior. He actually began to wonder if he'd imagined the whole thing. It was close to midnight on Wednesday night when his phone set off a little ping sound. He was lying in bed reading a beat-up, old novel and was nearly asleep. He shot up and grabbed his phone to find a text message: Dinner tomorrow at The Ship House Restaurant. 7:30. Dress cute. --L His heart was pounding a little. Thank god, he thought, at least she's real. He stood up and went to the closet and stared into it for a solid minute, completely befuddled. "Dress... cute?" This could be a long night. -------------------------------- Josh stepped into the restaurant precisely at 7:30, though only because he'd gotten to the parking lot over forty five minutes beforehand, where he'd sat and waited, drumming his fingers and straightening his tie every few moments. As soon as he entered he spotted Lana, sitting at the bar. One long, smooth leg crossed the other, both on display in her short black skirt. She was flanked on both sides by groups of middle-aged men who seemed to be vying for her attention, or alternately, peeking down at her deep cleavage. One of them was telling a boisterous story, his arms flailing, while two others were trying to cut in with their stories of their own. Josh suddenly felt a sinking in his stomach and almost started to turn back towards the door when Lana's voice rang out. "Josh! There you are." She stood up, smoothed her skirt, and sauntered across the bar towards him. The men sighed and protested, one even shouting, "Who's the kid?" but she paid them no mind. "Hello," she said in her huskiest voice, "don't you look nice. Right on time, too. I like it." She slid an arm through his and, a moment later, the maître d' led them to a back table. "Who were they?" Josh asked, having a hard time keeping the jealousy out of his voice. "Idiot man children," she said. "Exactly what they looked like." "Oh," he muttered, fiddling with his water glass. "No," Lana said sharply. "I won't have it. Josh, look at them. Go on, look." He turned back to the bar. "Tell me what you see." There were four of them in all, watching a hockey game on TV. They were definitely split into two pairs, with a wide berth between all of them. Two were wearing the home team's hats, while one of the others had a t-shirt with the other team's logo. Josh barely followed sports so he didn't know how to read the situation exactly. "I don't know. Guys, I guess." "You guessed right. What else do you see?" He squinted, but wasn't sure what exactly to look for. "What about their behavior? Are they courteous?" Just as she said it, the two men in the home team hats erupted in cheers, then pointed ugly, defiant fingers at the other two, laughing raucously. "No," he admitted, "not really." "Are they well-dressed?" "No, definitely not." "No, not half so well as you. And let me tell you what else I see. They're drinking cheap beer because they care more about getting drunk than enjoying the drink itself. They're sitting farther apart than necessary in order to emphasize their heterosexuality, but it just makes them look insecure. One of them pulled off his wedding ring while talking to me, thinking I wouldn't notice, which tells me he's untrustworthy. His friend was single but hadn't showered or shaved today. They'll be lucky if they can get the bartender to pour them a drink. They never had a chance with me." The last words were whispered in his ear and Josh whipped around to find that Lana had pulled up close to him. "Josh, I'm her with you. You're my date." She slid a hand up his thigh. "Learn to treat a woman right and she's putty in your hands." Lana slid back to her seat and began perusing the menu, a little smile on her face. Josh felt his shoulders drop and his breathing come easy again. The dinner went smoothly after that. More than smoothly, in fact. Josh was surprised to find that conversation came easy. They laughed a lot and shared food from each other's plates. Lana regaled him with tales of her life. She didn't shy away from the bawdy stories, but left enough to the imagination that she came off as adventurous and sophisticated rather than cheap and tawdry. She seemed genuinely interesting in hearing about Josh's upbringing, asking lots of questions about his family and friends, school and his new job. As desert came around, Lana continued the line of inquiry about his family. "What does your mother -- Allie, right?¬.." Josh nodded. "What does Allie for a living?" "She's an assistant for this architect. It's alright, I think. She never really complains about her job." "What firm is she at," she asked. "One of my husbands was an architect." "Weber and Pierce. The first guy, Weber, that's her boss." "Architects can be intense. Very focused, Very demanding. She must be tired when she comes home." "Yeah, she is." "Do you ever do something nice for her, like cook dinner? Give her a foot massage?" Josh blushed. "No, no nothing like that. I suppose I should cook dinner once in a while. But I can't give her a -- you know -- a massage." "Why not?" Lana asked. "You're the man of the house, but she's pulling in all the dough. She raised you, put a roof over your head. The least you could do is make her feel special. Besides a foot massage doesn't have to be erotic. I mean, it can be." Her eyes twinkled, "but it doesn't have to be. Think about it." "I'll think about." He blushed more deeply and took a long gulp of water. She paused to eat a bit more desert, then looked up at him. "You didn't tell me that I looked nice tonight." "Oh," he said. "I'm sorry. But you do. Really. You look beautiful." "Thank you," she said demurely. "You should always compliment your date at the beginning of the evening. She probably spent a lot of time trying to look nice for you." He felt a sinking humiliation in his chest. Lana was right, of course, and here he'd just gotten jealous. "You can make it up to me now. Tell me," she said, "which part of my outfit you like the best." Josh looked her up and down. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back on the top and the sides, then spilled out in a wash of curls down her back. The back of the dress was open at the top and pulled in tight by her ribs. The effect was magnificent on her breasts because it pulled them in tight, then up. He could have rested a drink on her chest it stood out so proudly, though the drink might be lost forever in the canyon of her cleavage. He didn't want to sound like a creep, though, so his eyes darted around to something less obvious. "Your earrings," he blurted out. She raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "Yeah," he said, "they're really great. "They work perfectly on you." She leaned forward. "That's very gentlemanly of you, but I'm looking for something different right now. I want to you answer again." Josh's eyes scanned her body again, looking for something that was passably polite. It was hard to concentrate because when she leaned forward her tits rested on the edge of the table, which pushed her cleavage up even higher. Good lord, he thought, that's a lot of tit. He could practically hear the blood rushing in his head. "Um..." "Josh," she said, and slowly ran a couple of fingers along the edge her boobs, "you've got to learn what a woman is trying to tell you when she's not using her words." Her fingers ran back and forth across the cleavage. A revelation hit him and Josh suddenly blurted out "your breasts!" It was a stroke of bad timing however, that the waiter had just arrived to clear their plates. The waiters eyes went wide and he seemed as inexorably drawn to Lana's chest as Josh himself was. Lana didn't bat an eye, though. Without a flicker of embarrassment, she asked him to bring the check in two minutes time. She'd never stopped running her fingers along her cleavage. When the waiter left, she said "So, my breasts. Why my breasts?" Josh gulped. "They're... they're just... just... amazing." "And what do you want to do to my amazing breasts?" she asked huskily. A million thoughts ran through Josh's head. "I want to touch them... grab them." He checked nervously for a reaction. She smiled warmly, emboldening him to continue. "I want to suck on them." "Where do you want to suck on them, Josh. Here, right here in the restaurant." He laughed at the idea. It was absurd and unthinkable, but true. "Yes, right here in the restaurant. I want to crawl under the table and into your lap and just suck on them." "On my tits?" she said, even breathier than before. "Yeah, your tits. Your big beautiful tits." He felt his cock ballooning his pants and a warm flush through his chest. He noticed that Lana was breathing shallower than normal. Her pupils were wider. Her legs were pressed closely together and he could just make up that she was rubbing them together. "Do you want to fuck them, my big, beautiful tits? Do you want to stick your cock between them?" He leaned forward to come closer to her. They looked like co-conspirators sharing secrets across a table. He knew this game now. He knew exactly what she wanted to hear. "Oh yes," he said. "I want to pull out my cock right here and now. I want to pull your dress down, just enough to let out those fat tits. Then I want to push you back on the table and climb on top of you." He leaned in so close he was practically whispering in her ear. "Then I'm going to shove my cock between them and pound away. You're going to spit and I'm going to spit and it's going to mix together on your fat tits. I want you to squeeze them tight so they feel like a pussy and I'm going to fuck them." "How hard are you going to fuck them?" She was practically hyperventilating. "So fucking hard. I'm gonna fuck them so hard and fast. I'll even get the waiter to come and squeeze them together for me so I can have my hands free to pull on your nipples while I fuck you." Lana laughed and moaned at the same time. It was a delicious, intoxicating sound. "Wait here a minute," she said. Then, suddenly, she got up and walked towards the bathroom. Josh was dumbfounded. Had he done something wrong? He looked around. Clearly, other patrons had witnessed the oddly paired couple in the corner getting hot and bothered. The waiter reappeared, cleared his throat loudly, and announced "Your check, sir." He then spun on his heel and left. Josh wanted to sink under the table. But before he had a chance to do anything rash, Lana reappeared, walking -- sashaying might have been more accurate -- across the dining room. Her hips swayed back and forth like a metronome. She slid into the seat and extended an open hand across the table. It seemed to him a very "couple-ly" thing to do, so he joined his hand with hers. Apparently she had something else in mind though, because she grabbed his hand and flipped it face-up, then whipped something purple out of her purse and into his palm. He had to stare at it for a moment before he realized what he was holding. His hand closed in an instant around her panties so no one else would see, but as he squeezed it he could feel a slick wetness wash over his skin. They were completely soaked. A moment later, the aroma hit his nose. He recognized it from the night they'd spent together the previous Friday. He looked up at her in wonder. Lana had a sultry, wanton look on her face. "Thanks. You know just what a girl likes to hear." He smiled dumbly. "You wanna get out of here?" she asked. He nodded, squeezing the panties in his hand, a spacy sort of look in his face. She left some money on the table, took his hand, and led him across the room. The other patrons turned to watch her go, the men generally in arousal and the women generally in disgust. None of it seemed to phase Lana, though. Out in the parking lot, she seemed to be leading him toward a large, black SUV. "My car's over there," Josh said, pointing towards the other side of the lot. "I know," she smiled. "I saw you sitting out there for forty five minutes before you came in." "Oh, that..." stammered Josh. She pulled on his necktie and led him to lean against the black SUV. "I appreciate it. You wanted to be on time. That's very..." She drew close to him. "Very..." Closer. "Nice of you." She kissed him deeply, her tongue plunging into his mouth and swirling around his. He felt her full, soft tits crush into his chest and his cock stiffened again. She must feel it, he thought. He was hoping that she might invite him back to her room at the Kit Kat Club for another steamy night. "Mmm," she moaned. "You're hard, aren't you?" "Mm-hmm," he breathed. "Good," she said, and without another word began undoing his belt. "What the hell are you doing!" Josh exclaimed. "Is there a problem?" She had a wicked smile that was hard to resist, and he felt himself get even harder. "But we're in a goddamn parking lot! There are people in the restaurant right now! They could look out the window! I mean," he sputtered, " I mean, they couldn't stop gaping at us while we were inside hardly doing anything." The whole time he was speaking she continued to undo his belt, then button, the zipper. She reached a hand down into his boxers and, with some difficulty, pulled his cock free of the waistband. He groaned as she took a firm grip and slid up and down. "And what do you think they saw?" she asked. It was getting hard to him to think. The wind swept coolly around his cock and balls. It was a totally new sensation. Her warm, smooth hand stroking him up and down worked in contrast to the breeze, making him moan again. "I don't know." Her hand felt so good. It was hard to think. "A couple. A horny couple. A beautiful woman with a young man." "That's right. And I bet it made them jealous to see our shamelessness, our arousal for each other, not a care in the world. I bet half of them will go home tonight and fuck each other harder than they have in years. The women, all those boring old housewives, will be thinking of you pounding your stiff cock into them. The handsome young man out with a woman old enough to be his mother —" Josh groaned loudly and stiffened even more. "Oh," Lana's eyes grew wide. "You like that. You like something I said?" "Mm-hmm." He couldn't speak now. All his effort was on the sensation of her hand and trying not to come. She stroked relentlessly, up and down, up and down. His own jerk-offs felt nothing like this. She leaned in and sucked on his earlobe, stroking faster. "What was it I sad that set you off? Let's see... 'shamelessness?'" she whispered. He breathed heavily. Up and down, her hands flew. "Housewives?" Up and down, zipping across his cock. "Mother?" she said in a barely audible whisper. He seized up, all his muscles contracting. Suddenly, he found Lana spinning around to stand behind him and taking his cock in hand like a firehouse, pointing it right at the restaurant windows. Several diners looked out, aghast, as Josh lost all control and blasted one, two, three, four, five enormous loads of cum onto the blacktop. Their eyes were glued to him, especially the women. He saw one plump lady drop her fork into her potatoes, gravy splashing all over her blouse. She never even noticed. Lana slowed her strokes, milking him, squeezing out all the cum so it dribbled out in obscene gobs until he caught his breath. Then, laughing, she said, "Wave to them, Josh. Wave to your audience." He raised a exhausted hand in the direction of the people. Lana joined him, waving his cock around wildly like a puppet taking its curtain call. She laughed riotously, and he found it contagious. It was ridiculous, of course. Exhilarating and ridiculous and incredibly sexy. They laughed so hard they fell over each other, doubling up and holding onto each other for support. "Come on," she said, pulling him away. "But isn't this your car?" he wheezed, pointing back to the car they'd been leaning against. "Oh, no," she said. "I have no idea who's car that is." This sent them into another paroxysm of laughter, and Josh could barely get his cock stuffed back in his pants. Eventually they made it around to the other side of the restaurant, where Lana's little black BMW sat parked. There were no stares from the windows on this side, so they could talk freely without gawkers. "So," he said, "do you want to... I don't know, go somewhere?" She took his cheeks in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss. "You're sweet. No, I think I should head home now. Something came up and I've got to get an early start." "Oh." He had a hard time masking his disappointment. "Don't you pout, Josh. It's unbecoming. Tell me truly, did you have a fun night?" He grinned. "Yeah, I really did." "Good. Me too," she said, then she opened her driver's side door and leaned in to retrieve something from the arm rest compartment. From where he stood, Josh could see her skirt rising higher and higher. He expected to see her panties and was momentarily shocked when he saw the edge of her pussy lips. Then he remembered that her panties were in his pocket. He felt another surge in his cock, but before he could do anything she stood up again, holding a business card in hand. "Take this," she said. "It's the name of a doctor. I've already made you an appointment for tomorrow." "What do I need a doctor for?" he asked. He thought himself to be quite healthy. "You can never be too careful," she said simply. "Just do it, for me. Please." She batted her eyes. "Okay," he said. "Thanks, Josh. I'll call you sooner." His eyes must have betrayed him. "Sooner than last time," she assured him. Then she hopped in her car and drive away, but not before rolling down and window and calling out, "Have a good time with those panties!" A trail of dust kicked up in her wake and he was alone in the parking lot, a young man and his damp, purple panties. END PART 3 A Stranger to Guide Us Ch. 04 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story owes a great debt to "Six Times a Day" and its author, spacer_x, along with many others. ------- On Friday morning Josh asked his boss if he could leave a little early for a doctor's appointment. As per usual, his boss was irascible and threatened to dock his pay, but Josh pointed out that he was the only person on the crew that could interact with customers at a socially acceptable level. The rest of the co-workers, friendly as they were, were not born conversationalists and were usually reduced to grunts and blank stares when customers confronted them about paint splatters or misplaced moving boxes. The boss agreed, grudgingly, and cut Josh loose early with a pocket full of cash. He felt proud of himself. The Josh of only a few weeks ago probably would have backed down from an argument like that. He felt that his time with Lana, or even just the idea that there was a Lana in his life, was emboldening. When he arrived at the doctor's office, it was clear that Lana had indeed made all the necessary arrangements. He simply filled out some paperwork and was ushered into an exam room right away. The doctor was friendly but forgettable. He asked some questions about family medical history, examined his ears, eyes, and chest. The doctor asked Josh to drop his pants and he did so. With gloved hands, the doctor gave a quick look at his cock and testicles. "Any painful urination or other problems?" he asked. "No. Never." "Good. Now turn around and bend over the table. I'm going to check your prostate." "Wha- what?" "Your prostate. You're a bit young for most medical issues, but it's certainly never to early to check." Josh bent over and a few seconds later... "Hnngh!" he exclaimed, as an unwelcome intruder made its way up his rectum. The doctor prodded for a few moments, then pulled out and snapped his glove in the trash. He gave Josh a toothy smile. "Everything checks out fine." Josh got his pants hitched back up just as a nurse entered. She was only as old as he himself was, but dowdy, like a nun missing her habit. She asked him to roll up his sleeve and drew some blood. Her hands were rough and Josh felt like the doctor had been positively gentle with his asshole compared to this lady and her prodding needles. The whole affair was finished in 10 minutes and he was ushered back out to reception. "Do I owe anything?" he asked, bewildered. The receptionist glanced down at her screen. "No, it appears you're all taken care of. Have a nice day." -------------------------------- Josh got home around 3pm, hours before he would have otherwise. His mom wasn't home yet and wouldn't be for a while. He looked around the house. Dishes had stacked up in the sink. The laundry basket was full of clean clothes but had yet to be folded. He thought about Lana's words from the night before: You're the man of the house, but she's pulling in all the dough. She raised you, put a roof over your head. The least you could do is make her feel special. He got to work on the dishes first. When Allie arrived home two and half hours later, the house was sparkling. She set her purse down at the counter and stepped out of her high heels with a little grunt and a sigh. "Josh?" she called. The state of the kitchen actually caused her to do a double-take. "Good god," she murmured, "it hasn't been this clean in months." "Years, I'd like to think," said Josh as he rounded the corner with a toothy grin. "I'm quite good at it. Probably the best in the world." "Thank you, Josh." She took his face in her hands. "Thank you very much. That was very thoughtful." "It was nothing. Least I could do. I did think of a way that you could make it up to me though," he said. He'd meant it as a joke and was about to say "cook me dinner," but Allie's hands went suddenly stiff on his face and he thought he saw her pupils dilate a little. "Wha --" she said. "What... uh... what...." Her mouth was moving but Josh could see that it wasn't connecting with her brain. A thought suddenly popped into his head, but he buried it at once. Did she take his comment to mean...? No, she was just in shock from the cleanliness. That was all. "I'm, ah... just wrapping up in the living room," Josh said as he gently extricated himself from Allie's grip. Allie shook her head, clearing the cobwebs. "Right. Great. I'll start dinner?" They sat at the table an hour later. It was less a dinner and more a feast. There were practically mounds of food on the table, far more than two could eat in a weekend, let alone a single dinner. They talked animatedly all through the meal, trading stories about their jobs and the strange customers and coworkers Josh had dealt with. She pushed the bowl of mashed potatoes towards him. "Mom, I'm stuffed. It's great, really, but I couldn't eat another bite." "I show my love through food," she said while picking at her salad for overlooked tomatoes. "You must love me a lot," he said. She smiled sleepily. "Do you have plans for tonight?" "I don't think so." He hadn't gotten a message from Lana yet, much to his frustration. After all, he'd gone through with the doctor's visit at her insistence and she still hadn't given him so much as a guess when they're next date was. Still, what a date the last one had been, ending in a hand job in the parking lot of a restaurant while a dozen old biddies looked on. "You never did tell me what you did on your birthday," said Allie. "Oh, right," said Josh. That was the night that had set the whole thing in motion, one week earlier. The night he'd gone to the Kit Kat Club, met Lana, and lost his virginity. He could practically smell the dark, seductive aroma of her room again and felt a slight swelling in his pants. "Just out with some friends," he lied. "You know, from school." "I see," she said. "Well, maybe you can invite them over some time for dinner." He half-smiled, trying to imagine his mom meeting Lana, with Lana dressed in nothing but her push-up bra and panties, mom in her little... "Yup!" he said suddenly and loudly. "Guess I'm home tonight." "Oh good" said Allie. "Movie date night?" "Really?" he said skeptically. "Movie date night. We haven't done that in years." Movie date night was just as the name implied, harkening back to when Josh was just a boy. They'd go to the video store together then pick up pizza on the way home. They were fond memories, fonder than he'd realized as they began trickling back into his conscious brain. He realized it had probably been eight or nine years since their late movie date night, and that his mother probably missed them even more than he did. That's how it was with moms, wasn't it? Always looking back and seeing not the man in front of them but the continuum of his life, from birth to boyhood to now. He was a man grown and would probably move out of the house soon, never to return. Why was all this just occurring to him for the first time, he wondered. "Of course," he said. "Of course it's movie date night." She beamed at him. "And," he said, "as I recall, it's your turn to pick." She squealed and clapped her hands together, and for a moment he could see the inner teenager, the girl she had once been. It felt like a kindling in his heart to make her so happy with something so simple. A half hour later they were on the couch. She had changed from her work clothes to casual evening attire: a tight white tee shirt and repurposed men's boxers. A thin, short robe was tied loosely at the waist. He gave her the once-over when she bent to look through the DVDs, but pried his eyes away as quickly as he could. He suddenly wished that he'd squeezed in a quick wank before dinner. Allie's tastes in movies ran a bit girly, and she had selected a romantic comedy, one of those with a sprawling cast of Americans and Brits all coupling off together by the time the credits rolled. Josh and Allie started off on the couch side by side, each with a glass of white wine. Allie was fairly lax about giving him a glass of wine at home, provided he wasn't driving. Halfway through the movie Allie had polished off a second glass and tucked her legs under her, leaning back into the couch, her shoulder coming up next to Josh's. Towards the end, the plot of the movie really started to unravel and they complained loudly to each other about the hacky writing. Allie lolled her head back to give an exaggerated eye roll, her head brushing against Josh's arm. But rather than rolling it forward again, she left it there. It was an odd moment, Josh felt. In certainly felt nice, her head leaning on him, but he tried not to read to much into it. Their joking subsided at once they fell into silence watching the movie again. They sat like that until the end, both seemingly lost in their thoughts and hardly noticing that it had ended. Well into the credits, Josh suddenly spoke. "More wine?" He wasn't sure what was happening, but he knew that a little alcohol would loosen them both up. "Sure," she said. "I'll get it." She padded away and returned a moment later with two full glasses, but just as she reached the couch she gave a little wince and hopped on one foot. "What's wrong," Josh asked, taking a hand and helping her onto the couch. "Nothing," she said. "Just my feet. I was standing all day in those ridiculous heels and my feet are exhausted." A little spark when off in Josh's mind as Lana's voice echoed in his head. Give her a foot massage, she'd recommended. A foot massage doesn't have to be erotic. She's right, he thought to himself. It was what any good man of the house would do. Before he could stop himself he blurted out, "Let me rub them for you." Allie seemed taken aback, but demurred. "Okay, that sounds nice." Her voice was oddly constricted. She sat on the opposite end of the couch and put her feet up. Josh sat and placed her laps over his lap. He handed her the remote. "Here, you can flip around and see if anything is on." Josh took one of her feet in hand and started squeezing. He'd never given a foot massage before and wasn't sure how to proceed. He laughed nervously and caught Allie's eye. She gave the same nervous laugh. They both took big sips of wine. Allie flipped methodically through the channels, sometimes pausing on a show for a moment but never settling. Then Josh gripped her foot more tightly and worked one of his hands up and down her arch. She moaned a little -- just a little one -- but Josh heard it and redoubled his efforts. Soon he was rubbing his thumbs in little circles, running his fingers up and down each toe. Allie moaned again. "Oh, Josh, that feels wonderful." He switched to the other foot and started the whole process again. Long hard strokes, followed by little up and down motions on her toes, almost like he stroked his own cock. He felt himself getting hard beneath her feet and hoped she didn't notice. With their weight on his lap there was no graceful way to reposition his cock. She continued with her little moans and gasps, still flipping through the channels through half-closed eyelids. He wasn't sure whether it was the massage or the wine, but she looked sleepy and her body seemed to be getting subsumed into the couch. Each time he switched feet, her legs became a little more pliable. The robe eventually opened and her boxer shorts, short already, started riding up her legs. Josh couldn't help but look. His eyes darted from her feet, to her legs, to the TV, then back to her legs. TV, legs, TV, legs. But each time it was for longer stretches on her legs, or specifically the area between her legs. The fabric over her mound was pulling tight. She seemed to be wiggling her hips ever so slightly and the fabric pulled tighter. Eventually Josh could see a tiny line of demarcation running up and down that must have been the split in her pussy lips. For her part, Allie seemed fixated on the TV, not looking away for a second. She continued her methodical flipping through the channels, all the while rocking her hips back and forth in almost imperceptible circles. Her breath was shallow. How many minutes had they been like this, he wondered. Time wasn't making any sense. There was only the metronome of the channels changing, flickering bluish light on and off. He felt his dick swelling and knew that she must be aware of it. How could she not? Suddenly the flickering of the channels stopped and Josh tore his eyes from his mother's pussy to the television. The image onscreen was shocking. A gorgeous blonde woman with huge tits was straddling a muscled man, writhing up and down. The whole thing was done in soft focus and the couples groins were artfully covered by each other's hands. It was softcore porn, but there was no explanation as to why their TV should be showing it. Those sorts of channels had always been blocked. Josh looked at the cable box, which displayed a number way up in the 600s and realized that it must be a free weekend trial. Talk about timing. Both Josh and Allie froze as the blonde on the screen began slamming herself down on the man, crying out in ecstasy. Josh felt his cock throbbing, almost ready to spurt without even touching it. Allie didn't seem to be breathing. The blonde's hands reached for her tits and squeezed. She gave a final moan, then the scene faded to black and the credits ran. Josh slowly turned his head to face his mother. Her mouth hung open in the slightest. He couldn't tell what was happening in her head. Was she disgusted? Turned on? There was no reading her. "I'm..." she said very slowly, "going to head upstairs now." She pulled her legs up from him and closed her robe. "I'm so sorry," he said feebly. "I don't know how that movie got there. It's not mine." It was a reactive, childish thing to say, he realized. Like saying, "I was only holding it for a friend." But Allie didn't even seem to hear him. "It's okay, Josh. It's just this wine. It went to my head." She turned to go up. "Thanks for the foot--" then faltered and said "for the nice evening. I'll see you in the morning." Josh sat in the couch, in shock himself. His cock was painfully swollen in his pants and he was relieved to finally have the privacy to put a hand down his waistband and adjust himself. But as soon as he felt his dick in hand, the feeling was irresistible. It was burning hot and eager to be stroked. He heard his mother's feet going up the stairs and waited for the sound of her bedroom door, but it never came. He needed -- needed -- to jerk off right now. He listened closely for any noise from upstairs, but all was silent. Just to be certain, he muted the television, which had already moved on to another softcore porno. As silently as possible, be undid his belt buckle and unzipped, lowering his pants down to his knees, and his erect cock bounced into view. He was so horny it was actually bouncing around of its own volition. He took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, massaging and squeezing them. The TV flickered silently and he felt a dreamlike lust wash over him. He wouldn't last long. The vision of his mother's pussy reverberated in his head, half-hidden by panties. Her moans rang in his ears as he stroked his cock more and more quickly. He squeezed hard on his balls, wanting to milk them for all he was worth. Then, without warning, he began shooting cum all over the coffee table, then the floor, and finally dribbling onto the couch. He breathed heavily, waiting for his final spasms to subside. Shit, thought Josh, now I have to clean this up. He tucked his cock back in his pants and got up to find some napkins when he heard a squeak and a flash of light from the top of the stairway. He froze, eyeing the stairs for another sign, but heard nothing. It was pitch black towards the top, dark enough to hide someone, he thought. Could she have been watching? Even after all the flirtation this evening, he didn't think he was ready to contemplate his mother watching him masturbate. Or was he? The thought caused a little twitch in his gut. As he cleaned up his mess on the table, he kept glancing up at the stairs, but saw nothing. Finally, he turned off all the lights and slowly, silently made his way upstairs. As he reached the top, he was surprised to find the room to Allie's door opened a crack. Normally she closed it completely. Josh's pulse quickened and he had a hard time keeping his breathing in check as he inched towards the door. The sheer fact that he was spying was enough to have him semi-hard again. From inside, there was a low light. She had left the lights on in the master bathroom that adjoined the bedroom, but that door must have been mostly closed. From his position, Josh had a clear view of the bed. Allie lay in the middle of it, in semi-darkness, a cotton sheet pulled up over her. At first glance she appeared to be sleeping. Josh stared at her shape for a minute and was just about to leave when the bedsprings gave a muffled squeak. The shadows on the bed were moving. Josh saw a small bump of a shape pop up from under the sheets, then back down, then up, then down. It took him a moment to realize that this must be her hand, and it was moving right where her crotch must be. Oh my god, he thought! She's masturbating. Josh had to grab the door jam to keep from swooning. He was too terrified to move a muscle. She movement of her hand grew faster, and Josh started to hear a liquid sloshing sort of sound. Suddenly, Allie drew her knees up, which altered the drape of the sheet so he could no longer see her hand bounce up and down. He was disappointed, but then the sounds became louder and more frantic. She was really getting into it, he thought. Was she thinking about him and what had transpired on the couch? His cock sharpened like a diamond, but he dared not pull it out. The silhouette under the sheet changed again, a second hand seemed to join her crotch, and the sheet began bouncing back and forth again. A pitiful whimper escaped her lips. Holy shit, he realized. She must be fucking herself with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. All because of me? If she'd been trying to keep quiet before, she clearly didn't care anymore. Her whimpers became moans and little yelps. Her hands flew back and forth under the sheets, making great sloshing sounds that could only indicate a soaked pussy. Josh couldn't take it anymore and slipped a hand down his pants to grip his hard cock. Rather than risk taking it out, his slid his fingers up and down its length, desperate to cum but not wanting to finish before she did. The sounds of Allie smacking her fingers into her pussy echoed through the bedroom and hallway. Her whimpers grew louder with each passing second, and Josh was almost sure that something this loud could probably be heard out on the sidewalk. Allie squirmed in bed and Josh prayed that the sheets might come free to expose her naked body, but she held them tight. In fact, she pulled them closer to her so they wrapped tightly around her body. From his position, Josh had a hard time seeing much, but as the sheets constricted they revealed the underlying shape of her huge breasts, which wobbled back and forth as the bed shook. He continued to stroke his cock, which was leaking cum and coating his cock head and fingers. Allie's pitch increased more and more until she was half-shouting "oh god" over and over again like some a porn star. Then she buckled violently and kick her legs out flat, shaking and twitching all over. The falling sheets cast a breeze towards the door, carrying with the heavy aroma of pussy. Josh breathed it in deep then felt himself cumming in his pants. Realizing this was his chance, while she was coming down, he turned and moved quickly but silently down the hall and up the steps to his own room on the third floor. Once in his room, he stripped down and crawled into bed, contemplating what his life had become and what it might have in store. As near as tomorrow morning, he and his mother would have to face each other over breakfast. At its most innocent, they were at least aware that the other masturbated. That was uncomfortable enough. What's more, each was likely masturbating to the thought of the other. It was sick, some might say. Unnatural, most would agree. But insanely erotic? Yes, it was that too. Josh knew at least that much. Insane and erotic, perfectly intertwined. A Stranger to Guide Us Ch. 05 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story owes a great debt to "Six Times a Day" and its author, spacer_x, along with many others. ------- Josh woke up on the following Saturday morning, a full eight days later, to the shrill chirp of his cell phone receiving a text message. Hardly opening his eyes, he reached to the night stand for the phone and snatched it up. "Morning, sleepyhead. Come outside. Waiting in car." The message was from Lana. It was only 7:15. He groaned. He'd been looking forward to a long sleep on the weekend. He'd spent the last week trying to wrap his head around what had happened the previous Friday night with his mother. They had done their best to avoid each other, it seemed. Josh picked up extra hours that pushed his return home later and later each night. His mother seemed to be out later, as well, claiming that she had made a new friend at the office. Josh was part-relieved at her absence, but part-jealous, as well, wondering who this new friend was and what they might be up to. Unprovoked and terrible thoughts about his mother raced around in his mind, unbidden. He could recall with perfect accuracy the feel of her skin, the sound of her moans, and the view of her panty-covered pussy. He was easily distracted and found himself getting uncontrollable erections in the middle of work. Maybe Lana can do something about it, he thought. In truth, he was a little annoyed with her. She hadn't called all week, despite numerous attempts to reach her. He rolled out of bed, splashed some water on his face, brushed his teeth, and threw on a clean t-shirt. As he walked down the second floor hallway, he noticed that the door to his mother's room was now closed, just as it had been every night since he spied on her. Or the night she had opened her door to be spied on. He still wasn't quite sure which. Not wanting to wake her, he crept down the stairs and out the back door, which was quieter than the front door. As he rounded the house, he saw a large, white SUV parked at the curb. Lana had the window down and sipped at a coffee, looking perfectly content. "Sorry to wake you. I assume I woke you, anyway. Boys your age are up all night. I'm a morning person myself." With her sunglasses pushed up on her head, pushing the her thick brown curls away from her face. The early morning sun lit her face to its full radiance. She looked fresh and eager, and just the sight of her woke him up. "Get in," she said. "Where are we going?" "Nowhere. But I have donuts." He hopped into the car immediately. She punched him in the arm as he sat down, laughing. "So predictable," she said. "What can I say? I'm a growing boy." "Mmm, I'll bet." She reached over and gave his cock a squeeze, but pulled it back immediately. "Have a donut," she said, indicating the box. "I brought you a coffee, too." "I don't really drink coffee." "You should. Coffee isn't just about the beverage. It's a social tool. It allows certain interactions to take place that other beverages simply don't offer." He stared at her blankly. "Let me rephrase. It's a big boy thing. You're a big boy. Drink the coffee." For the life of him, Josh couldn't tell whether she was patronizing him or not, but he took a sip and tried not to make a face. "It's habit forming, but you'll thank me for it anyway," she said. "So why are you here, anyway?" Josh asked. "Oh, lots of reasons. I was awake. I wanted to talk to you." She smiled. "I was horny." He made a face and looked out the window. "Oh, now you're horny," he said, mumbled in exasperation. Lana gave a sigh. "Joshua." He didn't respond. "Joshua, look at me. I can understand why you might be annoyed with me. I was not very good about getting back to you this week. You're probably all pent up with boners and no release, am I right?" She slid a hand over his leg and gave a playful squeeze. "Am I right?" Josh nodded and gave a small smile. "I'm sorry, Josh. I've been busy with an important client and there just wasn't time. But I'm here now." His erection had gotten the better of him and he knew he wasn't mad at her anymore, not really. "Do you want to go somewhere?" She seemed to think for minute, then said, "Yes. Hop in the back." He clambered between the seats to get into the wide, bench seating in the back. He expected her to start the car and take them back to her house, or the Kit Kat Club, or the even a quiet side street, but instead she crawled into the back to join him. Before he could even ask what was happening, she started pulling his pajama bottoms down. His cock was half-hard already from simply being near her. "Mmmm..." Lana moaned, and wrapped cool fingers around him and tugged. He began to swell immediately. "Shouldn't we, I don't know... go somewhere?" But even as he asked the question, he really didn't care about the answer. Her hand felt too good. The smell of her permeated the car. And besides, he knew by now that Lana was the one who called the shots in their relationship. If she wanted his pants down -- in a car, parked in the middle of his neighborhood, in front of his house, in the early morning sunlight, with the front windows down -- well.. so be it. She stroked a few more times until he was completely hard, then lowered her head to his lap. He felt a warm, wet sensation envelope his cock head. There was a puff of warm breath that tickled his pubes, then her lips slid down to cover his entire length. Oh, my god," he moaned, then stopped suddenly. "Wait, don't we need a condom?" She looked up and him and smiled. "Not anymore, silly. That's what the doctor's visit was for. You're clean. I'm clean. I can't get pregnant, so the skies the limit." Right, he thought, that makes sense. Why else would she have set that up? He leaned back into the seat and Lana's mouth enveloped his cock again. "Oh my god," he moaned. "Lana, that feels incredible." She giggled and moaned. Her lips slowly came back up to the tip of his dick, then back down again. Up and down. Slow, sensuous strokes, wet and slippery. He felt her tongue swirling around him. "Glam mah heh," she garbled. "What?" he asked. She pulled her mouth away from him and said, "Grab my head," in a breathless voice. "Show me you want this." "Oh, yeah. Ok." He took her head in both hands and guided her mouth back down onto his dick like he was slowly impaling her. She moaned more deeply. "You like this." he said, gaining a little confidence. "Mmm-hmm," she moaned in approval. With her head in his hands, he found he could control the speed. Her tongue and lips were working magic on his dick, and he felt he might cum soon but didn't want it to end, so he pulled her head off his cock and down to his balls. "Oh, yes," she said and took one nut, then the other, in her mouth, gently swirling them around. To get at his balls, her neck was turned at an awkward angle, so after a moment, she shoved him back against the door so he was in a reclining position. Once again, he knew that even if he had temporary control over her head, she was ultimately the one in charge. And he liked it. After sucking on his balls for a little while, he pulled her back to his cock, shining with spit and rock solid. As she sucked, her hand slipped down under the waistband of her pants to finger herself. Lana sucked with more and more intensity and Josh had a hard time keeping his moans down. After all, he thought, the front windows are wide open. Anyone could look in. Suddenly Lana lifted her head up from his dick and muttered "Fuck, I need it in me." She pulled him up into a seated position again, pulled down her pants, and straddled him. A moment later her felt the unmistakable sensation of her pussy sliding down over him. She was like a furnace. Each let their jaws drop in momentary ecstasy as she bottomed out at the base of his cock. He could feel little rivulets of her wetness drip down his balls. Their mouths found each other and they kissed hungrily, like savages. She began bouncing up and down. He clasped onto her ass with both hands and pulled her down with each thrust, trying to impale her on his stiffness. Lana moaned loudly. Josh tried to quiet her with more kisses, but she pulled away from his mouth and cried out even more loudly. "Lana," he said hoarsely. "Someone might hear!" "Good," she moaned back. "Let them. Maybe they'll want a ride on this big... fucking... cock!" With each word she threw herself down again on him. He felt a spasm in his balls and knew he was past the point of return. He began moaning back. Together they sounded like a pair of dogs in heat. When he came, it was like lightning shooting through his cock into her pussy. He spasmed again and again until her bouncing subsided and she was reduced to little whimpers in his arms. She slowly pulled herself off of him, then to his surprise, took his wet cock back in her mouth and sucked their combined juices off of him. She seemed to know that he would be sensitive after cumming so hard, so she licked gently until he was clean. But he was in for an even bigger surprise when she lifted her head from his lap and moved in to kiss him. His instinct kicked in and he pulled back. She looked a little disappointed, but not hurt. "Josh, you've set up quite the double standard if you expect me to taste your cum but while you won't. I know what you're thinking. There's nothing queer about it." He gave a little shrug of acknowledgement and she moved in for the kiss. Their tongues danced, and she swirled the cum around his mouth. It tasted salty and heavy. It certainly wasn't the best thing he ever tasted, but he found he didn't mind it much either. "See," she said. "Nothing wrong with enjoying the fruits of your labor." Josh smiled. "Besides, there might come a time when you want to try drinking from the tap." "I'm not gay," he said, too quickly. It sounded childish and defensive even to his own ears. "I'm not saying you're gay. You don't even have to be 'gay' to want to suck a nice, thick cock once in a while. I'm not gay, but I do love going down on a hot snatch when I get the chance." "You like girls?!" His eyes went wide. "Sure, I like a well-rounded education. Boys and girls. Girls and girls. Boys and boys. You know. But if I'm honest with myself, I prefer a man in the room when I'm with a girl. I like knowing that he's watching me, stroking himself to the thought of me." She laughed. "It's selfish, I know, but at least I know what I like and what I'm capable of. And once you know that, Joshy-boy," she kissed him again, "the world is all open doors for you." She let that sink in for a moment and leaned into him, not bothering to put on her clothes again, despite the open window. A moment later, the mailman walked by, busy sorting though a stack of letters in his hand. He looked up just as he passed and his eyes went as wide as saucers. Clearly too embarrassed to stop, however, he kept walking, trying like hell to see through the tinted rear windows. Josh had no idea whether they were visible or not, and found he didn't care. "Tell me about your week," Lana said. As he lay back in the seat, with Lana's head on his chest, he recounted the events of the week. He was careful to skip over the unusual evening with his mother, but the avoidance must have been obvious, because Lana pressed him. "And what about last Friday, hmm?" she asked. "Oh, nothing really. Just hung out at home, with my mom." He tried to keep his voice as level as possible. "Come on, now, Josh. Out with the whole story." He took a deep breath and laid out the more innocent details of the previous Friday night with his mother -- the dinner, the movie, and the foot massage. He left it at the foot massage, though, unwilling to divulge what had happened after that. In fact, most of the story had been scrubbed of salacious detail. Lana picked up on the scent immediately. She asked him to walk through the evening again, in greater detail. She applauded his efforts at cleaning the house and seemed especially pleased that he offered the foot massage, as it had been her idea in the first place. "And after she went to bed, what did you do?" She asked again. "I told you, I watched a little TV then went to bed." "Uh-huh. And what was on the TV? Was it the same dirty movie?" She smiled coyly. "No. Absolutely not," he said, but he couldn't avoid her smiling gaze. "It was a different dirty movie." "And I bet that made your cock hard all over again, didn't it?" "Was it hard the first time?" "Of course it was. There you were, alone on the couch with your mother, rubbing your hand all over her. She was moaning, I'll bet." Josh said nothing. "Was she moaning?" Lana asked. "Yeah," he mumbled. "A little, I guess." "And I think it's quite natural that your cock would respond to a woman's moans as you massaged her. It would be unusual not to." Again, Josh said nothing. Lana paused, then seemed to try another tack. "Tell me about your mother, Josh." "Well, she's about average height. Average weight. She, uh... she has brown hair...." Lana laughed long and hard. "No, Josh, tell me about the woman." Then Josh opened up. He told her everything. What he knew of his mother's history, her past, her hopes and dreams. He told her about her job, what she was like at home, her favorite meals and what music she listened to. He talked about how she was still scared of being home alone at night and how she danced in the kitchen when she thought no one was watching. He talked for almost thirty minutes straight as Lana stroked his chest and listened attentively. "She sounds like a wonderful woman, Josh. I can see why you're in love with her." He sputtered and sat up. "I'm not in love with her," he protested. "I mean, I love her..." "No, Josh. You are in love with her. You want to fuck her, too." "That's not -- I didn't -- I never --" he sputtered. "Shh-shh-shh. I know it's true. And I don't judge you for it. I think it's beautiful." Josh was silent for a long while. A breeze blew in through the window. From his vantage point, he could look out on his house and wondered whether his mother was awake yet. "Do you think there's something wrong with me?" he asked. She threw her arms around him. "Absolutely not. I think you have something beautiful together. Something I wish I had. Something I would like to see happen for you." "Really?" he asked. "Honey, I've known this since the moment we first met. I want this for you. That's why I've taken you under my wing. I want you to be the man your mother deserves." He let that sink in, trying to figure out exactly what that entailed. "Promise me one thing, though," she said, suddenly serious. "Um... okay. Sure." He wasn't sure what she might ask of him, but he'd liked everything they'd done together so far. "Promise me that you'll do what I ask, when I ask." He looked at her strangely. "I won't hurt you, Josh. That's my promise. You do what I say and I'll make your dreams come true." He let that sit for a while, then said, "Okay, then. What do I next?" he asked. "Hmm..." she mused. Then she sat up pushed herself back against the car door and spread her legs. Her pussy was still pink and puffed from the fucking they'd done earlier. "Sometimes I need a little inspiration while I think. Why don't you eat my pussy for a while?" -------------------------------- Josh heard Lana's car speed away as he came back in the front door. His mother, Allie, was in the kitchen drinking her morning coffee. She seemed upset, but her voice was even when she asked, "Where have you been this morning?" "Oh," said Josh, "A friend from school came by. They just wanted to talk." "For an hour?" she asked in a clipped tone. He looked at the clock and was shocked that more than an hour had elapsed since he got Lana's phone call. "Yeah, uh... you know. Just hanging out." He poured himself a cup of coffee just so he had something to do with his hands. Allie's eyes goggled. "Since when do you drink coffee?" she asked. He laughed and could only parrot Lana's voice as it rattled around in his head. "I'm a big boy. I can drink coffee if I want." The expression finally allowed a smile to crack on Allie's face. "You know," she said, "if you're seeing someone you can tell me about it." Josh wavered for a moment. He certainly wanted to be open with his mom, but he wasn't ready to tell her he was dating a woman the same age as her, and that they weren't dating as much as having a lot of kinky sex. Instead he smiled and said nothing. "Okay, you keep your little secrets, mister." She got up, still smiling, and began taking out items from the fridge. "Do you want an omelet, or are you too much of a big boy to let mommy cook for you now?" He could only smile and shake his head. A few hours later Allie was out the door on her way to meet a friend for lunch. "You're all dolled up," Josh said as she rounded the corner. She smiled at the compliment and gave a little spin. "It's nothing fancy. Just a lunch outfit." "He must be a lucky guy," said Josh, surprised to find a little jealousy rolling around in his gut. "Not a guy," she said. "Just a coworker. A female coworker. Anyway, I should only be a few hours. Let me know if you want me to pick anything up for dinner." Josh watched her go, then slowly made his way up the stairs and into her bedroom. It was Lana's suggestion. After he'd gone down on her in the car, Lana gave him a set of instructions on how to pursue this relationship with his mother. It didn't feel quite right, but he found it hard to resist Lana. When she spoke she made everything seem so matter of fact and natural, like there couldn't be any other choice in the matter. "Go to her room," Lana had said. "Explore it. Learn about her." He had protested. "Isn't that, like, invading her privacy?" She thought about that for a moment, then said "You told me yourself that your mother had put up too many walls, that they prevented her from getting close to a man." "Yeah..." he said, wondering where she was going. "So, you want to free her from this prison. The only way is to get inside those walls and discover her key. Find the thing that will open her up." She took his head in her hands and looked deep into his eyes. "Josh, you're the only one that can do this for her. She needs your help." With Lana's words echoing in his head, he sat on Allie's large four-poster bed and looked around. It was thoughtfully appointed, with several photos of Josh at various stages in his life. The most recent, his high school graduation photo, stood prominently on her dresser. He went to, then moved his hands across the other items: her hair brush, perfume bottles, knick-knacks gathered over the years. Then, after a quick glance over his shoulder, he slid open the top drawer. Rows of neatly folded panties and stockings met his eyes. He took a moment to catalogue the arrangement in his mind, in case she remembered what order they were supposed to be in. Then is slowly began to feel through them. There was a variety of textures and colors, so different from a man's drawer. All of them seemed to thin, so tiny, they must cover so precious little. A shiver went down his spine and his cock started to grow. Emboldened, he picked out a thin, black pair and held it up. They were lacey, with almost no material in the front or back. They must ride right up her ass crack, he thought. The only part with any substance was the area that went over the crotch. He flipped them inside out and inspected it. Then, very tentatively, he brought it to his nose. There was no odor to speak of, but he kept it to his nose, breathing in and out. This was so wanton, so wrong. It was his mother's underwear drawer, for god's sake. Then, slowly, a deep, earthly, pungent smell hit his nose. It must be the fabric warming up, he thought. He was smelling his mother's pussy. A Stranger to Guide Us Ch. 06 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story owes a great debt to "Six Times a Day" and its author, spacer_x, along with many others. ------- Allie called up to Josh's room around six thirty that evening to let him know that dinner was ready. Earlier that day he'd come perilously close to getting caught in his mother's bed, asleep and cum-covered. He'd escaped in the nick of time and thought he'd managed a pretty good cover. In the intervening hours, though, he kept to his room and busied himself with school work. Allie could be heard below, banging around in the rest of the house. Because she hadn't actually left the house, though, he found it impossible to sneak the shoebox with her sex toys back into her room. Eventually, he knew, she would go into her underwear drawer and see the box missing. As he paced his room for the thousandth time a thought suddenly occurred to him. Maybe Lana would have some advice. He texted her, explaining his predicament as succinctly as he could. Five minutes later he got her solution. "Get her drunk" Huh, he thought. That might actually work. While he rarely saw his mom drunk, she was certainly no teetotaler. It shouldn't be too hard to get her tipsy enough that he could find a moment to sneak upstairs and stuff the box back into her drawer. "Josh," a voice called from downstairs. "Dinner." As he made his way down, warm and inviting smells met his nose. The counter was resplendent with a variety of foods. "Another feast," he said. Allie beamed at him. "For my growing boy," she said. "Man, I should say. My thoughtful man, who works all day and still finds time to cleans the house while I'm gone." She had the slightest slur in her voice. Josh looked over her shoulder and saw a mostly empty glass of wine by the oven. This might be easier than I thought, he mused. "What are you smiling about," Allie asked. "Nothing. I'm just looking forward to dinner." They sat and ate. Like the night before, they had a wonderful time. All the anxiety about the box in his room and all his schemes drifted away as they simply enjoyed each other. Whether it was the wine or the mood, Allie was quick to laugh tonight, and when she did she threw her head back with long, throaty laughs. Josh breathed in her perfume, intoxicated, and had a hard time avoiding frequent glimpses of a conspicuous gap in the buttons of her shirt. She was undeniably sexy, and for the time being, she was Josh's. "So, what's for dessert?" he asked as he scooped the last of his vegetables up onto a fork. "Oh my god, you're such a pig. Where do you put it all?" "When the food is this good, I don't ask my body where it puts it all. I just enjoy," he said, grinning. "Well, if it's that good, I won't ask either. Why don't you get the movie set up while I get dessert?" Josh made his way to the entertainment center and popped open the movie she had rented. He didn't recognize the title but knew that she veered towards rom-coms and tearjerkers. He figured the odds were fifty one way, fifty the other, popping in the disc. Allie returned a moment later with two delicious looking slices of cherry pie. "Wow," he said, "that looks..." She bent over to set them down on the coffee table and he got a deep view of her cleavage. "That looks... really, really good," he finished, unable to help himself. Still bending over, she looked up at him and gave a coy smile. "Thank you," she said. "Would you mind getting the lights?" "Uh, yeah, sure," he said. Normally she didn't play with the lights just to watch a movie. Then a thought popped into his head. "Can I get you some more wine?" he asked. "That would be lovely," she said. He returned with two glasses and a fresh bottle of white. She eyed him warily as he set it down with a clunk. "Well," he said with a shrug, "now we don't have to get up if we want more wine." They settled themselves on the couch, Josh in the middle and Allie tucked up in one corner. To his surprise, the movie was neither a rom-com nor a tearjerker. Instead, she'd selected a, well... what could he describe it as? An erotic drama? It was a foreign film with subtitles revolving around two sets of husbands and wives, each involved in a complicated series of affairs. There was a lot of implied sex and frequent topless shots. Every twenty minutes or so Josh would casually lean forward and top off Allie's wine glass. As the movie progressed, she grew more and more relaxed. Her head lolled around on her shoulders and she let her feet fall onto Josh's lap. After a time, though, his bladder got the best of him and he had to excuse himself. When he returned the movie had taken a turn. One of the female characters was completely nude, facedown on a massage table. A man, also nude, was giving her a long, deep massage. Josh stood at the back of the couch, silently looking down on his mother. She was transfixed, and one of her hands seemed to be grazing ever so gently back and forth over a nipple. "That looks relaxing," he said. Allie shot with fright into the air when he spoke. "Josh, you scared me half to death!" she cried, wincing. She rolled her head back and forth, then gave a little whimper as it tilted left. "Shit, I think I hurt my neck." "I'm sorry," he said, "come here. Lean back." He pulled her back into an upright sitting position and put his hands on her shoulders, then starting rubbing. She shrugged him off. "No, I'm okay." He sat back down on the couch, wondering if he was disappointed or relieved. Their previous movie night had been so intense, he wasn't sure about going down that path again. They both watched the scene continue to unfold onscreen. The woman had flipped over on her back and the man rubber her breasts, hard. Josh's erection was throbbing in his pants. He had the crazy notion to take it out right then and there and start jacking off. What his mother do, he wondered. He could still imagine the sensation of Lana's lips moving up and down his shaft from earlier that morning, less than a hundred feet from here. Allie rolled her head on her shoulders and gave it a stretch. "Still hurt?," he asked. "A little, I guess," she said quietly. "Let me," he said, and without waiting for an invitation, he turned her sideways on the couch, so she her back was to him, and started rubbing her shoulders. After a moment, she relaxed with a deep sigh. "See, nothing like a good massage. She knows," he said, indicating the woman on the screen. Allie laughed. "Yeah, I bet she knows." His hands gripped her muscles and massaged deeply. She moaned. "Between last week's foot massage and this, you should be a professional." His hands worked slowly over and around her shoulders. He paused for moment and filled both their wine glass again. "I really shouldn't have any more," she said. "You should," he assured her. "It'll help relax the muscles." "Are you some kind of doctor or something?" she said wryly. "Not yet. But I'm pretty smart. Good genes, you know. I got a real smart mother." "Oh yeah? What's she like?" "She's real cute. You probably don't know her." She took a big gulp of wine and he continued her ministrations. He rubbed his hands over her shoulders and up her neck, massaging her scalp. She moaned softly as his fingers worked her up and down. After a few minutes, Josh took a deep breath and said, "You know, this would be a lot easier if I could get to your back. The, uh... the shirt's in the way." She stared straight ahead, a zoned out expression. Then, rather mechanically, she sat up and began unbuttoning her shirt. "That makes sense. Besides, we're all adults here." Josh could only hold his breath and stare as she finished unbuttoning and slid the shirt down. With her back facing him, he saw the white lace strap of her bra, the soft skin of her back, her hourglass frame expand and contract under deep breaths. Neither of them moved. Then Allie took another deep sip of wine. Josh raised his hands to her shoulders. She tensed for a moment, then to his relief she slowly leaned back into him. Josh backed up to give her room and she leaned back further until her head was on his stomach. He looked down, amazed at the sight. Allie's tits were bound up in a white lace bra, massive looking. Her stomach was smooth and slightly plump, like her breasts. The low-rise pants she wore showed off her large, feminine hips that flared out on the sides, sinking in towards the middle, down into what wonders Josh could only imagine. Josh let his eyes wander back up to hers. She was staring straight up at the ceiling, and it seemed to him that she was trying to hide some worry. At that moment, he felt such tenderness and protectiveness towards his mother, mingled with the trilling horror and eroticism of the moment. "I know I'm not much to look at," she said, throwing her hands over her stomach. "Oh, mom..." "I haven't been to the gym in ages and you must be used to seeing those stick figure college girls." "You are the most beautiful woman I know. They couldn't hold a candle." She was silent for moment. "Try to relax," he whispered, and slowly pushed her arms to her side. He began massaging her shoulders once again. He rubbed firmly and slowly, moving with conviction and purpose, trying hard to push all insecurities away. His hands danced across her shoulders, down her arms, her neck, and the very top of her chest, never straying to a "hot spot." After a while, he could feel her shoulders relax. His eyes never strayed from her tits, which rocked and wobbled with his every touch. He was desperate to touch them, but could not bring himself to do it. What if she panicked? What if she disowned him for being a pervert? Maybe it would be best, he thought, if they could just stay like this forever, with Allie in his lap, shirtless. She moaned deeply but said nothing else and kept her eyes tightly shut. She made no move to encourage or to deny his touches. But she did seem, Josh thought, to be digging the back of her head further and further into his crotch. It was subtle, but he was sure it was happening. His cock was, of course, rock hard, and he imagined that if she kept rubbing he might actually cum in his pants. Suddenly, his phone chimed loudly on the nearby coffee table. They both jumped a little, suddenly taken out of the moment. Josh froze, unsure what to do. He certainly didn't want spoil the mood. Not after all this build-up. They both sat completely still for another moment, then the phone chimed again. A second text message. Reluctant, but not wanting a third shrill alert, he groped for the phone and held it up to his face. The text swam a little in his inebriated eyes. Both messages were from Lana. "Josh, I need you to come over. Now." This was followed by the second message: "It's an emergency." Allie fidgeted in his lap. She felt so good. "Who is it?" she asked. "A friend. Hold on a sec. I'll just write back." He typed deliberately, having to make frequent erasures and retypes because the alcohol had caused some loss of fine motor skills. "Can't come. A little drunk. Tomorrow?" He hit send. A moment later, the reply came through. "TONIGHT Josh. Remember your promise. I'll pick you up in a few minutes." He felt a lump of guilt in his throat. He didn't want to disappoint Lana but he certainly didn't want to hurt Allie either. He glanced away from the phone and caught Allie's eyes on him. She looked nervous. "Everything alright?" she asked. She'd crossed her arms again, trying (in vain) to hide her breasts. He typed frantically. "What do I tell my mom??" Lana responded a moment later. "Tell her you have a good friend in need." He wrote back. "What the hell does that mean?!" "Just tell her," came the reply. He set the phone down and took a deep breath. He'd have rather stayed here than go anywhere. But truth be told, he was terrified of what might happen if he stayed. How far would they go? Besides, he'd made a promise to Lana, and his mother had raised him to honor his promises. "Mom," he croaked, "I've got to go." She sat up, doing her best to keep herself covered. "Go? Go where? It's almost midnight. We were... we were..." but she didn't seem sure how to complete that sentence. Then she suddenly recovered. "You're not driving, are you? You've been drinking!" He almost cracked a smile. Even in her lust and pain, she was still a mom. "No. I'm not driving. I'm getting picked up." She looked like she was about to burst into tears and started fumbling to recover her shirt. "No, mom. Look, I'm so, so sorry. I have a friend. In need." "A friend... in need?" she repeated, slowly. "Yeah. They, um.... Forget it. Look, just forget it." "A friend in need?" she said again. "Yeah, but forget it. I'll let them know I can't make it." She had stopped fumbling with her shirt and was staring blankly at the ground. "No," she said, "you should go." "But I..." he started. "It's okay, Josh. I know you've always been a good friend. They need you." He was at a loss, but it seemed that their evening was at an end anyway. He couldn't see how they could possibly manage to set the stage again and get back to where they'd been a few minutes ago. "Okay," he said, making up his mind. "I'll go. It's a friend... from school. Something wrong with his car. You know?" "Sure," Allie said vaguely. "You go." Josh ran upstairs to throw some cold water on his face when he heard a car pull up out front. He looked out the upstairs window and could see a dark sedan in the driveway. As he made his way back downstairs he saw Allie, still sitting on the sofa, seemingly lost in thought. She didn't look sad, he realized, just pensive. "Goodbye, mom. I'll probably see you in the morning. Don't wait up." She looked up and stared at him as if she'd just noticed him. "Sounds good," she said vaguely. He waited for her to say something else, but nothing came, so he exited out the front door. -------------------------------- Lana was waiting for him in the driver's seat when he got in the sedan. He got in and sat in sullen silence. They pulled out of the driveway and onto the street, heading towards the main intersection. "Thank you for coming, Josh," Lana said. "I promised, didn't I?" he mumbled in reply. She said nothing for a while and made a left towards the highway. There were few cars on the road at this late hour. Josh glanced over at Lana and saw that she was wearing could be classified as a micro-skirt, and he was once again amazed that someone her age could pull it off. Her body really was fantastic. Then his thoughts wandered back to Allie, her near-topless body stretched out in front of him just minutes before. Lana broke the silence. "Hope I didn't interrupt anything special tonight." Josh did not answer. "You weren't out, so you must have been spending the night at home, hmm?" She persisted in spite of his silence. "Just a quiet night in with mom, was that it?" Josh swallowed hard, which Allie apparently took for an affirmation. "And I'm going to go out on a limb here -- stop me if I'm wrong -- that I interrupted something. Am I right? Joshua, am I right?" "M-m-maybe," he sputtered feebly. Lana checked her mirrors and merged onto another highway. He realized they were going in the direction of the Kit Kat Club, and wondered if that was their destination. "I thought that might be the case. Josh, I know you might not believe me, but I did you a favor." He gave a short, derisive snort. "No, it's true. I told you earlier, I want to help you and your mother get together. But believe me, she's not ready yet." She'd certainly seemed ready, he thought. A half-naked Allie spread out on the couch with his hands all over her. If that wasn't ready, what was? "Listen to me. I understand women better than you do. She may lose herself in a moment here or there, but she would have balked before things got really hot and heavy. She would have run for the hills out of sheer terror and it would take months to get back to that point. Maybe even never. No. You've got to understand that this is slow, delicate work. I'm laying the ground for you." "Who are you, General Patton?" Josh asked sarcastically. "Yes. I'm General Goddamn Patton and your mom's pussy is Berlin. Now you're either with me, or you're Switzerland, sitting on your ass watching the grass grow." She let that sink in as they drove in silence for a while. She drove slowly and carefully, frequently scanning the road. There were even fewer cars here, and just one set of headlights could be seen far in the distance behind them. If they were going to her club, he though, it made sense that it was tucked away from prying eyes. As they drove, he felt his anger abating as he reflected on the truth of her statement. He loved his mom, and was scared that even if they had consummated their passion tonight it would have cost them their relationship. Oh, but the feel of her! The memory stabbed at him. A few minutes later they pulled into the parking lot of the Kit Kat Club. "So what are we doing here?" he asked. "Come on," she said. "I'm gonna siphon off some of that sexual tension." Josh followed behind in the parking lot, knowing he must look a bit like a lost puppy trailing behind her, but he didn't mind. Anyway, it was true. He was hopelessly in over his head. A month ago he'd been a luckless 18-year old with a bad case of the boners. Now he was having sex with a beautiful woman more than twice his age and was halfway along to bedding his own mother as well. He trusted Lana completely. He had to trust her, because there were no self-help books for this kind of thing. As they walked, Josh was again struck by the unobtrusive nature of the building. From outside it could have been anything -- an old motel, or perhaps a large meeting hall for some kind of social club. Before they reached the green door, Lana gave a long scan of the parking lot. Police, he wondered? They must ask a rather large amount of discretion for the women that worked here. She knocked on the door and a moment later the eye slit slid open. "Hi, Roy," she said. "Just me and a friend." The door lurched open and Josh saw again the huge, muscular guard who's name was, apparently, Roy. "How you doin', sugar?" he asked in his deep drawl. Lana went in for a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Roy, this is Alan. He's a guest of mine." Josh gulped sheepishly as Roy looked him up and down. "You're a lucky man, son," he rumbled. "You take good care of her." Lana batted at him playfully and said, "Oh, stop it." But Josh had the sneaking suspicion that he wasn't joking, not entirely. He was happy to follow her down the hallway. When they entered the bar, Josh was struck all over again by the innate eroticism of the atmosphere. It was a place that felt like sex incarnate. There were nearly two dozen women of every variety, all beautiful and all underdressed. Some were busy attending men while others sat idle at the bar or prowled the room in stilettoes. He recognized a few from his previous visit, and was pleased to find himself content that he'd made the right choice in Lana. Maybe it was an age-fetish on his part, but she seemed to exude more innate sexual energy than the others. Still, tawdriness had its place. He felt himself get hard within moments. "Well, hey there, stud," came a familiar voice. He turned around to see Miss Annie, the house madam, sitting at her table. Once again, Josh could only gape at her impossibly large tits that she loved so show off in a plunging neckline. "Hello, Annie," said Lana. "I'm here as a private citizen tonight." Her tone was short and business-like. A Stranger to Guide Us Ch. 07 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story owes a great debt to "Six Times a Day" and its author, spacer_x, along with many others. ------- Another week went by in the Smyth house with little contact between mother and son. Josh was busy with his job during the day, as was Allie. But while Josh had made it a point to be available in the evenings, Allie seemed to be keeping her distance again. On Monday and Tuesday she texted him to say that she was working late on a project and that he should heat up dinner on his own. Wednesday was something similar, though she said that she was out with some work friends for drinks. Now it was Thursday, and Josh had barely glimpsed her except in the mornings before they both departed. He had a hard time not staring at her tits as they wobbled dangerously under her blouse. In fact, they'd looked a bit wobblier than usual, but perhaps that was because he'd been so close to them the previous weekend. Their topless massage session had been cut tragically short by a message from Lana. And while the evening had consummated in a tremendous anal sex romp with Lana, part of him wished that she'd left him alone to see where things went with his mother. Allie, for her part, seemed to have been scared off by the incident, just as Lana had predicted. Things had gone too far. Josh was hesitant where it all might lead, but perhaps less so than his mother. He knew that she must be lonely, alone for so many years after his father had passed. Her vibrator and dildo collection, which he was embarrassingly familiar with, was a testament to that fact. But they both knew something was building. He suspected that she had watched him masturbate, and he had eavesdropped on her. Twice he had massaged her, and she had partially disrobed the second time so he could not touch, but at least bear witness to her amazing breasts, clad in a lacy bra. However, the more Allie stayed away, the more he doubted his decisions. She had been shirtless and in his arms. Should he have been bolder? Should he have just grabbed them and squeezed? Maybe she wanted a "real man," like in a porn movie. Should he have torn her clothes off, grabbed her head and guided it to his stiff cock. Or maybe he should never have engaged her in the massage in the first place. He would have liked to turn to Lana for advice, but she had vanished again, as she seemed prone to do. When he was with her, he felt secure. She was both a guiding force and a willing partner. He was quite aware what she was doing with him ¬-- training him up from a boy to a man. But when they were apart he felt as lost as before he'd met her, perhaps even more so. Through the week, the absence of both women in his life wore at him, leaving himself alone with nothing but his own thoughts to gnaw on. All these misgivings blurred through his head as he drove home from work on Thursday. Just then a new text hit his cell. "Won't be home til late. Date tonight. Take some money for pizza." It was from his mother. He nearly ran off the road when he read the words "date tonight." His mother hadn't had a date, hadn't even mentioned the word "date" for as long as he'd known her. Could she be so desperate to create some distance between them that she'd resort to this? No, he thought. That's not fair. She deserves some happiness. Then another voice popped into his head: "But I thought that I could be that person." He had to admit that it was true. He couldn't exactly picture how they would make it work, but in his mind he saw the two of them together, happy and in each other's arms like a married couple. As comfortable eating breakfast together as they were screwing each others brains out in bed. When he got home, the place felt particularly empty. It had been threatening to rain all day, and the impending storm front was palpably ominous. After a shower and a fruitless half hour hoping to hear Allie come through the door or at least call, he phoned for a pizza, then ate it in silence. Around nine at night, he tried calling Lana, but only managed her voicemail. He was tempted to go through his mother's dildos again but was afraid that she could be home any minute. Then he thought about going up to his room to jerk off to some porn, but that would prevent him from seeing her when she returned, and he really did want to see her. Not to berate her or interrogate her, but to reassert his presence back into her life somehow. So he settled for sneaking into her room and grabbing a pair of dirty panties from her hamper. When he brought them to his nose he could smell a deep, feminine musk. It rang the alarm bells in the animal part of his brain and he couldn't help from shoving a hand down his pants just to feel his lengthening cock. He managed to get ahold of himself and wander back down to the living room, where he sat flipping idly through channels while occasionally bringing the panties up to his face. The TV programs zipped by, unseen by his glassed-over eyes. He was lost in a world of thoughts, doubts, and perverted fantasies, a slave to his own bizarre lusts. And feeling how he felt now, he wouldn't have traded it for anything. Then, just as the eleven o'clock news came on, he heard a car out on the street pull to a stop. He went to the front windows and saw a long sedan parked in front of their house. Was this the date, he wondered. It was took dark to tell, and the forty foot expanse of lawn separating the house from the curb make it difficult to see anything inside. Josh crouched by the window, frozen, waiting for any activity. Then suddenly the car came to life again, backed up, and turned up the driveway. Without really thinking about it, Josh sprinted across the living room and turned off the TV and lights so the house looked dark inside. Perhaps if his mother thought he was already asleep, he might be able to get a look at the new suitor. Josh then dashed to a little side entry room off the kitchen that was parallel to the driveway. The car pulled up close, so close Josh had to duck as the occupants looked up towards the window. It was definitely his mother and a man. The man was older, maybe early fifties, though his hair didn't look grey. Josh waited another moment then slowly raised his head to the window. The pair inside was lit by a yellowish light, and he realized that it was the outdoor sconce that hung on side of the house. Positioned as it was, if they looked at the window they would only see a reflection. He could look all he wanted. Josh stood up and pulled the curtain back to get a better vantage point. Now he could see everything in the front of the car. The man was buff and well-built, with a dress shirt and khaki pants. He had bushy hair, and Josh thought he possessed a certain arrogance as the man laughed raucously at something Allie had said. Allie was wearing a light jersey dress that showed off a fair amount of cleavage, and was thin enough that he could see the outline of her bra even in this light. He knew the dress well, as he'd noticed it on her before. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, which only annoyed Josh more. They talked for what seemed nearly an hour, but when Josh checked his watch only about fifteen minutes had passed. His legs were getting sore and he wanted to go away, to be anywhere but here, a silent witness to what could be the courtship of his new stepfather. Then the man rested a hand on Allie's knee. He hoped that she might push it off, but he knew by her body language that it was a welcome gesture. He slid a little closer to her and brushed so hair from her face. The man knew he was doing, Josh had to give him that. He was seducing her in a skilled and practiced way, yet made it look like he was as inept and nervous as she was. He moved in to kiss her. Josh wanted to bang on the windows, but he knew he couldn't. They kissed, lightly at first, but Josh could tell that they were getting deeper into it. Soon enough, the hand on her knee was sliding up and down her thigh. He moved from kissing her mouth to her neck. Josh could see that her eyes were closed in ecstasy. He slid his hand further up her thigh and her legs parted. Josh could see her panties. The striped pink pair. He knew those panties. This was killing him. The man continued playing her like a fiddle, hitting her in all the right spots. She was putty in his skillful hands. Then he took her hand, kissed it, and placed it directly on his crotch. She smiled and squeezed, feeling his dick under his pants. They kissed some more, but Josh noticed that she seemed a bit hesitant to do anymore than give him an over-the-pants rub. She merely continued rubbing it. "That's it," Josh thought, "keep him at bay." But the man would not be daunted by a little shyness on Allie's part. Without pretense, he reached down and unbuckled his pants. A good-sized cock popped up, about six inches and hard as a board. Josh noted this pyrrhic victory, that if a cock was about to be in his mom, at least it was smaller than his. She took hold of it gently, running her fingers up and down it. The man said something to her with a laugh, then indicated down to his dick. Josh knew, with sick certainly, that this was an invitation. He could not look away as Allie leaned forward, transfixed, and took the cock in her mouth. It took Josh quite a lot of willpower not to come in his pants, while at the same time not hurl himself out the window to stop the scene in the car. The competing instincts clashed with such force that he ended up pulling his dick out of his pants then running smack into the door. It reverberated with a thud and he was sure that they must have heard him out in the car. He crouched low for a moment, rubbing his forehead, then peered cautiously through the window. Apparently they had not heard him because his mother was thoroughly involved in her blowjob now. Her luscious lips bobbed up and down on his cock, which was wet with spit. He was clearly enjoying it, as his eyes were closed and his hands were buried in her hair, guiding her up and down. Josh's hand wandered to his cock without his awareness. He stroked himself slowly at the sight of her. Allie's head was a blur of bobbing hair, but she kept pulling it back, giving him a better view. This meant a better view for Josh, as well. She sucked him like a pro, switching between long, slow licks and full-on sucking. Her hand moved up and down his shaft in counterpoint to her mouth, saliva dripping off of it in gobs. God, she looked good, he thought. Then the man said something, and with a lecherous look on his face, he thrust her head down so she was forced to deepthroat him. Josh couldn't see her face, but her hands were beating at his thighs. He relented, and she lifted herself up, a thick stream of spit stretching from her lips to the tip of his dick. She wiped her mouth and gave him an annoyed look -- a look Josh knew well from 18 years in her house. What was going to happen now, he wondered. His mother was not a woman you wanted mad at you. But instead of packing up to leave, she let have him a stern word, then bent down again and started licking his balls. Josh was shocked. She must have been a hornier, or a sluttier, woman than he'd imagined. She was really giving his balls a bath and he appeared to be loving it. So did she. She licked and licked, and the man responded by jerking off his cock and whacking it against her face. Then he guided her face up to his and said something. She said something back. He had a pleading expression on his face. She shook her head in the negative. He nodded yes, and she plunged her mouth back down around his cock. Josh could not imagine what required such debate, but she looked so beautiful, so altogether sexual as she gave this stranger the blowjob of his life that he didn't really care. He needed to come in the worst way. This image, he knew, would be etched in his head forever. His mother, acting the slut, and it was gorgeous. Over and over Allie's lips traveled up and down the length of the man's cock. Josh pounded his own cock along to the same rhythm, imagining it was his cock in its place. Then the man took Allie's head in both hands and plunged it down, jerking and spasming. Josh came at the same time, blasting the side of the door with his cum. He just barely noticed that his mother's hands were flailing again, beating at the man's legs. Finally her fist connected with his nuts and he let go, doubled over. She spit out what must have been an entire load of semen right in his face. He grimaced and said something nasty to her. Josh could imagine what words might be. He wanted to run out and protect her again, but now he had to contend with the huge pool of cum he'd just gotten all over the door and the carpet. It was still dribbling out from his dick, in fact. He zipped up his pants quickly, and just in time, too. For at that moment the passenger side door opened and Allie leapt out. Now Josh could hear them just fine. "You're the fucking asshole, asshole," and she spit twice more into the car. "I told you 'no.'" From inside the car, he heard a muffled, "...fucking cock-teasing bitch." "Yeah," she yelled back. "Well next time I'll be a cock-BITING bitch." With that, he revved the car up and threw it into reverse. Allie was left standing there, looking furious and forsaken. Josh wanted to go to her, but he knew it would be worse if she knew he'd seen her. He only had time to run a spare rag over the cum and dash back into the living room, then up the stairs to his room. What followed, as far as Josh could tell, was little more than a series of noises. He heard the door slam, then a heavy object hit the kitchen counter, then the clink of a glass, and then silence. He hung in the door frame to his room, ready to leap into bed if she came up, but there were no sounds for a long time. Josh prevaricated for a while, then decided to go down. He made his way slowly and noisily coming down the steps to telegraph his arrival. When he rounded the corner, he saw his mother sitting at the kitchen counter with a glass of wine in front of her. Her eyes were red and she wiped at them, as well as running a finger and thumb around her mouth to wipe her lips. "Oh, hi," she said in an unusually chipper voice. "I didn't know you were up." "Yeah," said Josh. "I just heard the door close." He gave a fake yawn. "Meant to take a short nap as soon as I got home and just woke up now." He realized immediately that the story made no sense, because the pizza box from dinner was sitting right in front of her, but she either didn't notice or didn't care. She didn't say anything, in fact. "So how was the date?" The question fell flat, as the answer was fairly obvious. "It was a stupid idea," she said. "I never should have thought that..." Josh didn't want to let it drop, though. "That what?" he prompted. "Oh... I don't know. That anyone would be interested in dating... me." She took another sip of wine to avoid his eyes. Josh stepped near to her and took the wine glass from her hand. "Mom, look at me." Her eyes were starting to well up again. Josh took her face in his hand. "Mom, you are beautiful. Any man would want to date you. I know they want to. I've seen the way guys look at you for all my life. You turn heads. You make other women jealous. You had a bad date? Hey, I've had 'em too." She smiled a little at this. "Want to tell me what happened?" he asked. He already knew, but he thought it would be better to let her lead. "I guess I just wasn't ready," she said. "Was he pushy?" "A little, I guess." She blushed. "We shouldn't be talking about this. You don't want to hear this stuff from your mom." "I'm an adult," Josh said matter-of-factly. "And I'm probably the only one you can talk to about this, right?" It was true. Allie didn't have many close friends. She let that sink in. "I suppose you're right. I'm not going to give you all the details, but here's the basics. I was set up on this date through a friend at the office, Maggie. She said she only knew him a little, but that he was older and handsome. She said that she thought I could use a date. She wasn't half-wrong, either." At this, Allie gave a half-laugh, half-moan of exasperation. "So what happened?" asked Josh. "We went to dinner. He was a perfect gentleman. Then he drove me home and things got... well, you know." She squirmed and giggled. "I know. Go on," he prompted. "So we were, you know, kissing, and then he wanted... more." "And you weren't ready for more," said Josh. "No, well... no. Maybe. Yes, then no. Does that make sense?" She grimaced. "Oh, this was all my fault. I led him on." "Mom, that's not true. A gentleman lets the woman lead. As soon as you said no, he should have stopped." "And when did you become the paragon of gentlemanly behavior?" "I'm taking lessons," he said with a grin, as there was more than a little truth in that. "I'll just bet you are," she said. She flashed that smile, that sexy smile where she was biting her lower lip. It drove him crazy. Without thinking about it, he flung his arms around her. She responded in kind and drew him in close. They simply held each other for a while. He could feel her breathing, feel her tits squashed against his chest and her hot breath on his neck. She smelled good, he thought, like a woman should smell. He let his face slowly sink into her neck until his lips were upon it. She moaned with pleasure. "Oh, Josh. I love you so much." "I love you, too." "You've become such a wonderful, grown man." At that, he felt his cock stiffen. He couldn't stop himself, and leaned his groin into her. Allie shuddered and pulled away. Her eyes were wide with shock, as if she'd just woken up from a dream. "This isn't... we shouldn't..." she backed out of the kitchen. "I'm sorry be such a bother to you. I'll promise I'll leave you alone." "Mom, no wait! I don't want you to leave me alone." But she had already turned the corner and headed up the stairs. Later, Josh followed her up. He listened at her bedroom door, but heard nothing, so he made his way up the last flight of stairs to his room. So close, he thought. So close. --------------------------------- About an hour after shutting his eyes, a loud crack of lighting caused him to wake. The storm that had been building all day finally broke. He could hear the wind roaring outside, shaking the ancient oak and causing its branches to beat against the outer wall. He lay still for a while and listened. Josh had always liked thunderstorms, but they terrified Allie. She would usually find an excuse to be near him whenever a storm erupted. Another crack of thunder shook the house, making it sound like the epicenter of the storm was directly over their heads. This was the worst storm they'd had in years, judging by the sound. He wanted to go down and check on his mother, but her abrupt departure made him second-guess. Then a third bolt of lighting rent the sky and, sure enough, he heard the squeak of Allie's bedroom door. Then, a moment later, his door opened and he heard her whisper. "Josh? Josh? Are you awake?" She took the first couple of steps up to his room. "Josh?" "Yeah, mom. I'm here." "Oh, good. It's just... I wanted to check on you. Because of the storm." It was cute, he thought, that even now after all these years she would try to cover. The sky lit up again and Allie gave an unintentional shudder. "Do you want to hang out here until the storm is over?" he asked. She mused for a moment, then said, "That's probably a good idea. Just to be safe." The room was quite dark, but Josh heard her amble up the stairs and cross the room. Just as she neared his bed another bolt of lighting flashed and Allie was illuminated. She was wearing hardly anything at all -- a tight, pink silk top with a plunging neckline and a matching pair of panties. Her tits bulged and wobbled dangerously in the half-second the room was lit as she hopped lightly across the room and into his bed. A Stranger to Guide Us Ch. 08 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story owes a great debt to "Six Times a Day" and its author, spacer_x, along with many others. ------- Dinner was supposed to start at eight pm. Josh paced the length of his room back and forth, his semi-hard cock bouncing freely. He was horny, but he'd promised Lana that he wouldn't touch himself. He couldn't stand the thought of slogging through dinner with his mother -- her being the cause of his boner -- and some stranger, without the benefit of a pre-dinner wank. For what seemed like the hundredth time he looked at the last text conversation on his phone. Josh: Can I seen you tonight? Lana: Eager boy! I love it. Yes, I want to see you tonight. Do you have a hard cock waiting for me? Josh: You bet I do. About to tame the beast right now. Lana: Don't you dare. You will not touch yourself until I say so. Josh: When should I call you? Lana: No touching! Josh: I have a dinner thing with my mom tonight. When will you call? Josh: When will you call? Josh: Hello? And that was where she left it, over an hour ago. He did some quick math in his head. He had an hour more until dinner started, probably two hours of vapid conversation while trying not to stare at his mom's tits, and then very likely another hour on top of that before he could meet Lana at the Kit Kat Club. His balls felt like lead weights clunking around in his sack. Pornographic images of his mother, of Lana, and of every woman he'd ever met flickered through his mind in a most unhelpful way. The more he tried to ignore the pressure in his groin, the more he dwelled on it. It went on like this, buzzing around in his head until the doorbell finally rang, at which point he was delighted to have some distraction, however tedious. "Josh, can you come down?" came a call from downstairs. "My friend Maggie is here." Josh double-checked himself in the mirror. It occurred to him that he'd managed to seduce one older woman (though "seduce" was probably not the most accurate term when it came to Lana). The chance that he might score twice in a row was not inconceivable. Maybe he shouldn't be so quick to dismiss Maggie, this new friend of mom's. He took the stairs two at a time and arriving at the bottom, nearly shouted out in surprise. Standing in front of him, in his own living room, and standing right next to his mother, was Lana. She had a pleasant but wholly unreadable smile plastered on her face. "Josh, this is Maggie. Maggie, Josh," said Allie. Lana put her hand out to shake, which Josh dumbly accepted. "It's a pleasure to meet you," said Lana. "Your mom's told me all about you. You sound like a wonderful young man." Allie led the way into the kitchen, followed by Lana, with Josh lagging behind, unsure if this was reality or some terrible dream. They gathered around the high counter. "I still have a little cooking to do," said Allie. "Josh, can you pour some wine?" Josh took the wine bottle and three glasses from the shelf. As he set the glasses down on the counter, Allie turned her back towards the oven. Josh took this as an opportunity to shoot a hard, questioning look at Lana. Lana put a finger to her lips to silence him. Josh grimaced, trying with all his might not to shout out the question that was on his mind. Lana snatched the wine bottle from his limp hand and poured two normal sized glasses and a third glass that nearly overflowed. That she handed to Josh. Without taking her gaze from him, Lana called out, "You have a lovely looking yard, Allie. Can I take a closer look?" "Of course. Josh, can you show her the way out?" Allie replied. Josh strode towards the back door and threw it open, stepping into the twilight. He heard the door close softly behind him. He rounded on her immediately. But before he could even speak, Lana was on him, kissing him deeply, wrapping her arms around him. Her soft curves crushed into his chest and legs. She felt so warm. He knew it was a ploy, but all his anger fell away nonetheless. "What the hell are you doing here?" he whispered as they finally pulled apart. "I'm here for dinner, of course. Your mother invited her friend and co-worker, "Maggie."' "That's... that's impossible. How do you even know my mom?!" "You told me everything I needed to know, Josh. You told me her name. You told me where she worked. You told me about her likes and dislikes, her personality, everything." Josh stood there, agape. He was seething. He'd trusted her, and now she came marching into his house ready to burst all his secrets wide open. Not knowing what to say, he stood, arms folded, looking out into the darkening backyard. "Most importantly, though, you told me how much you loved her. You wanted to be together. I'm just here to help make that happen." "What do you -- what, now?!" Josh exclaimed. "Maybe," she said. "We'll have to see how it goes. But I couldn't let you two staying in this holding pattern forever." Then she took him by the hand and led him back inside. "Oh good," said Allie as the pair made their way back into the kitchen. "Dinner is ready, so grab a seat." Josh made sure to grab the bottle of wine from the counter before he sat. "Dig in!" said Allie. Now that his initial burst of adrenaline had subsided, he could process what was happening. His two favorite women in the world were seated here, at his dining room table. And what's more, they genuinely seemed to like each other's company. Both women were dressed to kill, looking more ready for a nightclub than a simple dinner at home. Lana wore a black dress that covered her cleavage but pulled tight around her chest, gathering her tits up into an impressive stack. It was cut quite short and showed off her long, olive legs. Allie wore a white dress that was more modest around the thigh, but with a deep gouge down the center that emphasized the swells of her breasts. They were already chatting away and acting as if Josh wasn't even in the room. As Allie talked and laughed, her tits were constantly given to that mesmerizing wobble as they bounced against each other. It was nearly impossible to look away, then he remembered Lana's lessons about acting more adult, so he dove into the conversation, though not without taking the opportunity to give Lana a bit of a hard time. "So, Maggie," he emphasized her name. "Where are you from?" Without missing a beat, she went off on a long story about her growing up in the Midwest. He couldn't tell what was fact and what was fiction, but she told the story with charm and wit. Apparently she'd already related these tales to Allie, because Allie kept prompting her for punch lines and additional details. They roared with laughter, and Josh noticed that Lana kept a constant eye on the level of drink in each person's glass. They continued through salad, main course, and dessert in much the same way. As always, Josh and his mother fell into their natural rhythm and were completely at ease in each other's company. While Josh never would have believed their special relationship could accommodate a third, Lana proved him wrong. With the wine starting to go to his head as well as his bladder, he left the table for the bathroom. With the door closed and the lights dimmed (and bladder drained), he was able to take a moment for himself. The dinner couldn't have gone more smoothly. But what would happen next? What did he want to happen? He couldn't be sure. Probably just surviving dinner without his mom figuring out who "Maggie" really was, and what she'd been doing with her son for the last few weeks. Still, somewhere in the back of his head, tucked away under all the wishes that this evening simply blow away, uneventfully, there lay a seed of lust. After all, Lana knew perfectly well about how Josh felt about his mother, knew that he desired her in a way that sons should never feel. In fact, it was obvious to Allie herself, though they both seemed intent on repressing it. The only thing he could be sure of was that Allie did not know anything about he and Lana. He didn't want her to know, not because he thought it might blow his chances with her, but because he didn't want her to feel like second-best. He loved his mom first and foremost. Lana had simply gotten to his pants first. So there lay the dilemma: the instant availability of lustful consummation with Lana, or the love and devotion to his mother that would quite possibly never be fully realized. He felt like he had to choose, in order to spare both their feelings. With a strange finality burning inside him, he knew he'd made his choice. When he re-entered the dining room area, he found Allie and "Maggie" speaking in hushed voices and giggling. Lana had a hand on his mother's knee, which he found incredibly erotic. Allie's back was to Josh, so she hadn't seem him come back. Lana had, though. Without taking her eyes away from Allie's, she slowly stroked Allie's knee while they talked. She knew it would drive him crazy to see such a sight. It did, so much so that Josh tripped on the a strip of floor trim and caught himself. Allie perked up and spotted him, blushing deeply. Lana didn't miss a beat, though, taking their private conversation and putting it right in the center of the room. "I see what you mean," she said. "He's quite a handsome young man." Allie blushed even further. "I didn't say... well, yes, of course he's handsome." "Josh, come over here," said Lana, waving him over. Once he was at their side, she looked him up and down. "You must work out." "Yeah," said Josh, unsure where this was going. "Yeah, when I get the chance." "Well you must get quite a few chances with muscle tone like that. Lift up your shirt." And before Josh could respond, Lana lifted up the front of his t-shirt and revealed his stomach. He was no Adonis, but there was the shadow of a six-pack in there. "There," she said, slapping it with a hand, "good genes and a good workout routine and look what you get. Feel it." Allie didn't raise a hand, but her eyes were transfixed on Josh's bare stomach. He was close to her, very close. "Go on," said Lana, and she took Allie's hand and pressed it to his stomach. Her hand was like fire. He felt his flesh move underneath her, felt the heat rising from under his beltline. "Yes, it's good, isn't it?" said Lana in a slow and soothing voice. "You know, Josh, your mother's been working out, too. Have you noticed?" "Of course I have," he said. "She looks great." "Well don't tell me, silly. Tell her. Your mother's a woman as well as your mom, and a woman likes to be complimented." Josh turned his head from Lana to Allie, who's eyes seemed fixed to her hand, still grasping Josh's abs. He could feel the wine sloshing around in his brain, eroding barriers one at a time. He wondered if she was feeling the same. She looked up at him slowly. "You look really great, mom." He tried to convey everything he wanted to say into the phrase. "Thank you, Josh." He thought, perhaps, that she might be trying to say something, too. Then the moment was startled by a phone ringing. Lana was already in her purse, grabbing for it. "Oh, shit," she said, "It's my business partner. I need to take this. Is there a room I can use?" "Sure," Allie said. "Use my bedroom. First door upstairs." "Thanks," said Lana. "I'll be about 15 minutes. Do you guys want to watch a movie or something? I'm having such a good time and I need to let some of this alcohol wear off. You can get started without me." Then she shot up the stairs and Josh and Allie were alone. There was a long pause. Allie had pulled her hand away from Josh's stomach when the phone rang, but he was still standing unusually close to her. "So..." said Allie unsurely. "Movie?" offered Josh. "Yeah. Sounds great." She insisted he leave the dishes for the morning and went for the living room. Josh kept the lamps dim. Something about the situation seemed that it would evaporate in too harsh a light. Josh sat down on one end and Allie took the middle, so as to leave room for "Maggie" when she returned, she explained. The air was heavy and silent. Josh didn't want to get into a prolonged discussion about which movie to pick so he just popped in what he could find within reach, some comedy they'd both seen too many times. His mind was on what might happen in the next few minutes. The last time they'd sat together on this very couch, Allie ended up with her shirt off and her head resting in his crotch. He sat and they watched in silence for several minutes. Lana was not here, so they could try to get comfortable with each other again. But she would come back eventually, and he was sure his mother didn't want to let things progress to far with an outsider in the house... that was if she even wanted things to progress again at all. He couldn't bring himself to make eye contact with her and felt the old familiar tension build up in his stomach again. To act or not to act. He'd made his decision earlier in the evening. He would not let Lana come between them. No matter how pleasurable it was. He loved his mother and wanted her, completely, though he was willing to settle for only what she would offer. Just then, Allie gave a little start and rolled one of her shoulders. "Are you okay?" he asked tersely. "Yeah... yeah." She stared straight at the screen as she spoke. "It's just my shoulder. I must have pulled it earlier." The wave of danger and opportunity stole over him as he realized what she meant by this. "Do you want me to rub it for you?" "Oh... only if you don't mind." Her breathing came in short, shallow huffs. She turned and offered her back to him. His hands found her body immediately, and she softened at his touch, her shoulders dropping down in relaxation. He was here, touching her again, letting his fingers run over her shoulders and neck, gently brushing away her hair. She felt soft and yielding, a mature woman. A certain heat rose from her, and a smell of intoxicating perfume. He hadn't noticed it before, but now that he was so close, he couldn't have pulled himself away if he tried. He didn't have to say a word. The moment his fingers snagged on the bra straps, she pulled them aside, bringing the shoulders of her dress down. The dress was already cut deeply at the neck, and now her breasts practically fell out of front by there sheer weight, still clad in a gauzy black lace. He wanted to seize upon them, to squeeze her tits and pull her nipples, but he couldn't bear the thought of her becoming upset, of pulling away. As his hands rubbed over her shoulder and down the her chest, moving ever downward, both began to breathe deeply. He could feel the alcohol now, and was sure she could too. The barriers had been washed away. They were free to act. A little cough came suddenly from the doorway. Lana stood there, a hand on her hip and an eyebrow cocked. She said nothing and only smiled, rather like a lioness. "Oh god," said Allie, her voice choked. "Oh god, no." She stood up, fumbling with the shoulder straps of her bra. "I'm so sorry. Josh, I'm sorry." She was practically in tears as she shot past Allie and ran up the stairs. He heard the door to her bedroom slam. Josh looked at Lana, helpless. He had no idea what to say or do. Part of him wanted to chase her out the door and berate her for setting him down this path. But a greater part of him just wanted help. He had no clue what to do. Lana seemed to understand the situation completely. "Sit here," she said. "Do nothing. Say nothing." Then she crossed and brushed back his hair from his forehead. "Everything will be fine. I promise." Without another word, Lana started up the stairs. He heard a knock, then the creak of his mother's bedroom door open and close. He sat for nearly twenty minutes in complete silence. Listening for a sign as to what might be happening a floor above him. Then the door opened and he heard Lana's voice. "Josh, can you come upstairs please?" --------------------------------- When Josh reached the top of the stairs, he found the door to his mother's bedroom cracked open. It was dark. The hall light was off and only a tiny nightlight on the far wall illuminated her room. Lana was sitting on an ottoman near the door, but his eyes were drawn to the bed. The drapery had been lowered on his mother's four-poster bed so it was shrouded in a wispy, lilac fabric. He saw a shadowy figure shift around on the bed and knew his mother had to be inside. The whole effect was bizarre and mysterious. He was reminded of the dream state he'd felt walking through the Kit Kat Club the first time, following Lana through the dark hallways, being led towards god knew what. Lana made a gesture towards the chair beside the bed, and Josh sat. "Allie, I think you have something you wanted to tell Josh. Isn't that right?" "If you say so... Lana." She said the last word with some venom, but mostly she sounded exhausted. "You and I already talked about all that. I apologized for lying about my name and you forgave me, so let's not start all that again." From behind the veil, Allie gave a heavy sigh, then began. "Josh, first I want to apologize to you. The last few months, everything's gotten so... so out of control. I never wanted this to happen. Any of it." Josh leaned in, struggling to find the break in the drapery so he could get to her. "Mom, it's okay. I..." "No, don't speak. Please. Just let me get it all out." Josh fell back into the chair, silent. She continued. "I am a terrible mother. No, don't say anything. I know I am. I was a good mother once, I think. But these new... sensations... I can't square them against what I know a 'good mother' should look like. And I've... well, I've accepted that." She took a pause, then continued. "There was a night. God, it seems like a long time ago, but it was probably a couple months. You might not even remember it, but there was a night that you came home late. I had been watching TV on the couch and I fell asleep. You can in and I woke up, but for some reason I didn't want you to know I was awake. You came into the living room. I sensed you looking at me. Then I realized that my shirt had ridden up high and you could see... well, maybe you could see some of my body. I was going to pull it down, but something stopped me. I wanted... I... I didn't stop you from looking." "It's okay, Allie. Keep going," said Lana in her low, smoky voice. "You went upstairs. A few minutes later, so did I. I was just going to go to bed, really, but I heard a sound, like moaning. I knew you were watching a porno. I knew you must be... be masturbating." Josh knew exactly the night she was talking about. Of course he knew. It seemed impossible, but it was the same night that he felt something awaken inside of him. Something that seemed wrong but inexorably enticing. "I listened at the door. I touched myself too. I couldn't help it." She gave a little shudder then continued. "I cried all night. I knew it was wrong. A mother, doing -- that -- and thinking about her son. I could be arrested. I should have been. I mean, god, in any other civilization I would have been taken out and stoned to death!" She paused for a long time. Josh was silent, as was Lana. He shot her a furtive glance, but she seemed to indicate for the silence to go uninterrupted. "You see, since your father passed away, I had just closed off that part of my life. I suppose I thought about sex from time to time, but more in an abstract way, like an old hobby that I should pick up again if I only had the time. I didn't even do it to myself. There was just no spark there. My life was you, and my job, and my home. A Stranger to Guide Us Ch. 08 "But you. You grew up. You weren't a little boy that needed a mother chasing after him anymore. Suddenly there was this man living in my house. A handsome, grown-up man. We enjoyed each other's company. He made me laugh. I loved him. I think he loved me." "I did," said Josh in a hoarse whisper. "I do." He thought he could see a smile on her face behind the veil. She gave a little sniffle and continued. "That night, it was like a fire was lit inside of me that I couldn't put out. I felt like woman again, not just a mom and a widow. All that energy burning inside of me, but I had nowhere to direct it. Except... you. "It was wrong, I know it was. But try to stop thinking about something once you start. Just try! It's impossible. But now you were going out at night. Suddenly, you seemed different. More confident. I was so proud, but so sad too. You see, I thought -- it's horrible, I know -- but I thought that if you were lonely like me you might spend more time at home. I suspected that you might be seeing another woman. I could smell it on you. From the corner, Lana gave a little laugh. "Very perceptive." Allie continued, "I got jealous. God, it sounds crazy. And then... and then came that night on the couch. You gave me a foot massage. Your touch... ooh, it was so good. I felt like butter. I got careless, lost in the moment. I tried to maintain control, but it was so hard. I knew you were watching my robe slip open. I ran upstairs because I had to leave you. I was afraid of what I might do. But I didn't want the night to end. So I left the door open. I knew you would see me. See me touching myself." "I did," interrupted Josh. "I couldn't help it." His dick ached at the memory of it. "I know you couldn't help it," she said. "It was my fault. It was a trap. I wanted you to fall in. Can't you see how sick I am now? I wanted you to watch me. Wanted you to do who knows what? But you were stronger than me. You didn't give in." Her words were coming more quickly now. She seemed less distraught. Or was it, he wondered, that her pain was taking on a new tone? Like something driving her forward, compelling her to spill her secrets. "Your strength just drove me more crazy. Once I knew you were stronger than me, it was like I had license to give in to my urges, knowing you'd keep me in check. It's unfair, I know, but that didn't stop me. My imagination was racing all the time. The things I was thinking -- you'd never forgive me. There was an afternoon one weekend, I thought that you'd been in my room. I don't know. But my vibrator and dildo looked like they'd been moved. "I imagined you touching them, and after that I couldn't get enough of them." She paused and Josh could sense her looking through the curtain at him. "I need to know." She spoke hesitatingly. "Did you touch them?" Josh looked to Lana, who have an almost imperceptible nod. "Yes," said Josh. Allie gave an audible shudder. The air in the room seemed warm and close to Josh. He was sweating a little under his shirt. "That's okay," said Allie in a soft and breathy voice. "It's okay that you touched my dirty things. I don't mind." Josh thought she sounded out of breath. From the other side of the room, Lana gave a little cough and an expectant look towards Allie. "Then," continued Allie, "there was the note." Josh was about to ask, "What note?" but didn't want to interrupt his mother again. Her dreamy tone was impossibly enticing and he was dissuaded from breaking the spell. "One day at work, I came back from lunch and there was a note on my desk. No name, but it smelled like perfume." She shot a look at Lana again, who let the faintest smile touch her lips but said nothing. "The note said, 'To pursue your passion, get in the car. You'll know when you have a friend in need.'" The phrase struck Josh as oddly familiar but he couldn't place it. "I read the note over and over, but it made no sense. I had a car, but I didn't know where to go. If I had a friend in need, I didn't know who it was. Days went by and I was going crazy. Between the horrible thoughts in my head and this note that just felt like someone fucking with me, I didn't know how much more I could stand. "We had dinner again, you and I. Another night at home on our couch. You offered a massage again. I was weak. I should have said no, should have gone straight up to bed and hid myself from you, but you know what happened. I ended up with my shirt off, writhing around on top of you. I was so hungry for your touch. It was wonderful. It was terrible. I had fallen so far and I wasn't even trying to stop myself." Josh could feel that night again, the soft touch of her body. It was definitely getting hot in the room now. His cock felt trapped, hard and stretching against the confines of his pants. He wanted to touch himself, but was afraid of anything that would impede her confession. "Then your phone rang and you... you left." Her voiced carried a note of hurt. "You just got up. But before you walked out you said..." "I have a friend in need," finished Josh, mesmerized. He looked from his mother to Lana in astonishment. It was her that had left the note. Of course! She had already admitted to taking a job in Allie's office. He knew she was clever, and not without a little deviousness, but this all seemed impossibly cloak and dagger. "Yes," continued Allie, "it was Maggie. Lana. Whoever she is. The new girl in my office with the pretty smile and the big tits. The bosses loved her so much she hardly had to interview and didn't seem to do much work, either." Allie looked to Lana, who shrugged innocently. "I had to be close to you, Allie," she said. "We talked about all this already. I had to be close to you to make you open your eyes and see." With that, she indicated in Josh's direction. Allie lolled her head back, exhausted. "I was so stupid. So naïve. All those lady's lunches and nights out. Just to be set up." "You forgave me," said Lana. "And you thanked me." Josh was impressed. Lana's tone was utterly calm, but irresistible. He saw now that he could have asked either one of them to do anything. Rob a bank. Drive off a cliff. She had them wrapped around her little finger and they were both ready to thank her for it. "Continue with your story," said Lana. "I don't think poor Josh can stand the suspense." Allie looked back at Josh and gave a slow intake of breath, her pupils dilated to huge saucers. "The car arrived and you left the house. I ran to the window to watch you go. A moment later another car arrived. Sure enough, it pulled into the driveway." "To pursue your passion, get in the car," she repeated. "So I did. I threw on a coat and went out. He was just a limo driver, he told me. He'd been ordered to pick up a woman named Allie from this address. I asked him who had placed the order, but he didn't know. I asked him where the car was supposed to go to. He told me an address across town. And then he said something else. "He said he was sorry for all the mystery but he didn't know much more than I did. And that the weird thing was that a car had just left headed for the same place a few minutes ago from our house. "I got in the car without another word. I knew it was stupid and dangerous, getting into a strange car, but I had to know where you were going. We drove and drove. We were outside of town and I lost my bearings. I'm still not sure where it is exactly. But eventually we arrived in this parking lot next to a weird, low building. That the people in the building knew I would be arriving. The driver told me to just walk up to the front door. The driver said he'd wait with the car until I was ready to go home. The payment had already been worked out. "I walked though the parking lot, hardly processing what I was doing. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I felt like I was in a dream. None of this made sense. It was so unlike me, but I knew you had to be in there and I had to follow you. " Josh could picture the scene exactly. He'd had the same trance-like experience. There was an aura of raw sexuality around that place that had no regard for logic. In fact he had walked through that very parking lot on that very night, probably not ten minutes before she had, without any idea that she was so close. He wanted to hear this story as much as she apparently wanted to tell it. "When I approached the door, it opened. There was a big man. He knew my name and let me in. Inside it was... it was... well, I'd never been in a place like that before but I could guess what it was. The girls had hardly any clothes on, but it definitely wasn't a strip club. "This nice asian girl from the bar called me over and gave me a drink." This, Allie let herself laugh a little. "I downed it in one gulp and she gave me another just like that. There was this big lady at a table that kept giving me the evil eye, but the pretty bartender told me to ignore her and just sit tight for a while. "It was so warm and dark in there, like a little cocoon. My brain just wasn't working, and at the moment I didn't want it to work. I wanted to feel my way through this, not think it through. There would be time enough for consequences in the morning. What was my little Josh doing in a place like this? What would he think when he saw me here? Would he be angry that I followed him? "I finished my second drink, or maybe it was my third. Time didn't seem to be working right. I just kept looking around at all these beautiful half-naked girls. They were so naughty. They looked like I felt. Like burning sex. I wanted to take my own clothes off and be like them They looked free, like they could take any man they wanted and fuck him -- no consequences, no guilt. Why couldn't I be like them? "Then the big lady came over, the one that looked like she had it in for me. I thought she was going to kick me out, but she told me I could go up now. Room 29, upstairs and down the hall. She pointed to a dark door. I walked through it into a dim hallway. It was like a womb, warm, humid, and red. Nothing seemed real. I found the stairs, then, at the end of the hall, door 29. It was unlocked. I went in." Josh could hardly breathe now as he pieced the story together, realizing what must have happened that night. "The room was mostly empty, just a bed, some light furniture, and a large mirror over the mantle. But when I closed the door behind me I saw that there was still light in the room. It seemed to be coming in through the mirror. When I got closer I saw it wasn't a mirror at all. It was a window." Allie's voice grew thick now. "I saw you, Josh. You were in the room. It was dark, but I knew it was you. You were in there with a woman. Her I couldn't see at all. Yes, thought Josh. You couldn't see us because Lana didn't want you to see her. That's why she stayed in the dark. That's why she was so careful about where Josh was positioned in the room. "But I heard you both," continued Allie." There was a little vent by the mirror and I could hear everything. It was a woman, an older woman I guessed. She demanded that you please her. You must have been... very good to her. "I stood at the mirror. I couldn't move myself, even if I wanted to. I could hear you going down on her. With the light so dim, I could imagine that it was me in there with you. It drove me crazy. I touched myself. I... fingered myself listening. "Then Lana -- oh, I know it was Lana, Maggie, whoever now," she laughed. "Who else could it have been? She knew exactly what she was doing. She moved you to the front of the mirror and went down on you. You were inches from me when she was sucking your cock. I could hear the wet, smacking sounds. I could hear your moans. I could see your face. So much passion. So much pleasure. It was easy for me to imagine it was me doing it. Sucking your cock, Josh." Josh practically doubled over trying to keep himself from coming in his pants. Her words were dripping out of her wantonly and uncontrollably. This was more passion that he had ever felt in his life. "And you fucked her. In the ass. You used her like a whore. I wanted it to be me. I wanted to be tossed around and fucked like a rag doll. I couldn't stand it anymore. I snapped. I was just about to run into your room. Then this... this awful return to sanity came over me. I didn't want it. I wanted to remain in the dream, but my rational brain held me back just in time. I realized that you didn't even know how I felt. That I couldn't let you know. I would be the worst mother on earth if I stepped into that room. So I ran." There was another long silence. "After that I tried to reform myself. I stayed away from you. That in itself made me a bad mother as well, but I figured it was the lesser of two evils: the negligent mother or the wanton whore mother. But it didn't take me long to figure out that I couldn't be away from you anymore. I thought about you all day at work, and every night I hid myself from you in some movie theater or bar or shopping mall because I didn't trust myself to be at home alone with you. "Eventually, I guess everyone else around me could tell something was wrong. 'Maggie,' my work friend, offered to set me up on a date." Through the curtain, Josh could tell that Allie was fixing Lana with a hard stare, but Lana said nothing. Allie gave a sigh, as if she really didn't want to remember this part of the story. "Pete. A real class act, at least at first." Josh felt a lump in his throat. His mother had but spewing out raw honestly since he'd walked in the room. He had to speak up. "I saw you," he said. "I saw you in the car with him." Josh could just make out Allie bringing a hand to her shocked mouth. "You saw me... in the car? Then you saw me.... Oh, god, Josh, I'm sorry." She was on the verge of tears. "It was amazing. You looked amazing. Like the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Part of me wanted to watch you finish and part of me wanted to punch him." Allie sniffled and laughed. "Thank you, I guess." "Thank YOU," he said, which made her laugh. "Yeah, he was a jerk, but in a way it felt good to be with a man again, even for a night. If only to make me remember that I could be wanted. But I thought it would satiate me, even for a day. Hah. It just drove me back into your arms, Josh, literally. That night, I was lying in bed. I could hear a thunderstorm building. I was tossing and turning, so horny after that terrible date. The thunderstorm was only working me up more. I've never liked thunderstorms. Then I thought... well, it was a flimsy pretext, but I was all nerves. "You know this part. I'm not proud of it. But you've got to understand, Josh. It's like a sickness in me. I'm trying to control it, but I couldn't. At least not that night. I got in your bed with you. It was so good to be near you and in your bed. It was like wrapping myself in you. I waited until I thought you might be asleep. In truth, I probably didn't care." Her voice cracked. "I made you touch me. Touch my breasts. Your fingers brushing my nipples, it was like electricity. I masturbated as quietly as I could. And you knew. You must have known. How could you not have woken up with a display like that. But instead of pushing me away, you were kind enough to pretend that nothing happened. I can't imagine the shame you must have felt, but I promise you, Josh, it was nothing compared to my own shame. "I've used you and used you, Josh, for my own sick fantasies. I've tried to ignore them. I've tried other men. You can't know how hard I've tried to flush this out of my system. And to finally learn to tonight that this was all part of some sick game of YOURS," and here she indicated Lana. "I told you already, Allie. Josh didn't know anything about this any more than you did. I knew from the moment I met both of you that you were mad for each other, but you weren't willing to admit it." "How can we?!" cried Allie. "It's wrong!" "Says who?" "Everyone! Everyone knows it's wrong." "I don't find that an acceptable excuse to deny something you know in your heart feels right," said Lana simply. "No!" cried Allie. "We can't. That's why... that's why I have to leave Josh. I need help." "You're leaving?!" Josh shot up, but Lana raised a hand calling for patience. "Allie, we've talked about this. Do you want to leave, really? You want to leave Josh and this house?" "No," said Allie, the fervor dropping out of her. "Of course not. But..." "Those are outmoded morals," Lana interrupted, "for an ancient society, driven by fear and lack of technology. You need to shed those to be free. You're both adults. We can easily protect against pregnancy. You're both adults. The only thing that's really stopping you is your own fear. No one will ever know except the three of us." Another long silence passed. Josh thought about what Lana had said and found some truth in it. When Allie finally spoke it was little more than a whisper. "Why are you doing this to us?" It was the question that had been in Josh's mind from the moment he met her, but he'd kept to himself. The promise of what she could deliver seemed to him worth the price of his ignorance. But Allie had to know in order to continue. Lana seemed to consider the question for a long time, then sighed. "It should be enough for you that I've done what I've done. I've given you what some people would die for -- the chance to fulfill their deepest desire, regardless of social conventions." "Who are you, really?" asked Allie. --------------------------------- "Very well. It's a simple enough story. I hope it meets your expectations, which I imagine are immense. I'm not the devil or some Greek nymph. I'm not here to make you sin. I don't even believe in such a thing. How you act is your own business and you have no one to answer to but yourself and the people who are affected by your actions. "My name is Alana Maria Kopovic. I was born in Greece but moved here when I was still in my mother's arms, along with my brother, Peter. We were very poor in those early years and the children could only be fed what was available. Peter had a slight build and a limp from malnutrition. As a result, he was picked on mercilessly by the other children. My parents both worked, so I cared for him like a sister and a mother. I treated his bruises and bathed him. We loved as much as any brother and sister could. "As we grew older, we began moving around a lot. It was hard to make friends, so we turned inward, towards each other even more. Eventually, we reached an age (a legal age, mind you), where we began to experiment with each other. I gave myself to him, completely, as he did to me. We would fuck for hours in the afternoon than sneak into each other beds at night so he could suckle my breasts until we fell asleep. "One morning, we could not help ourselves and were fooling around in an alley near our house. Some school boys caught us. I begged them not to tell anyone. I promised them anything. Two of them demanded blowjobs. I gave them, willingly. Anything to save Peter's reputation, because I knew my parents would send him away. But the boys told our parents anyway. They also told the pastor in our church. Everyone was furious. They sent Peter packing that very day. He was the boy, so they assumed that he'd taken advantage of my innocence. I pleaded with my parents to let me go with him, but it was no use. "I got a letter a month later from Peter saying that he'd found a job in California. He was saving enough money for the two of us. That was the last I ever heard from him." She paused and took a deep breath. "He died. He was working on a farm and got hit by tractor. His club foot slowed him down and the driver didn't see his skinny body in the tall wheat stalks. He was never cut out for farm work, any fool could see that, but who else would take him -- no references, unwelcome in his old neighborhood? A Stranger to Guide Us Ch. 08 "I escaped the house by latching on to the first man that came along and offered me marriage. He was a louse and a drunk. We divorced in two years. I took a job at a nightclub to make ends meet. One day another waitress let me in on a little secret. She had a side gig setting up 'dates' with customers. Mostly they just wanted handjobs and blowjobs, occasionally a fuck. The money was much better and I found that I didn't mind the work. "I developed a list of higher profile clients. They paid more money, and the with that money I improved myself. I went from looking like a two-dollar whore to a two-hundred dollar whore, then two, three, four times that. I bought a house and started a new identity in my neighborhood as a wealthy widow. The neighbors never suspected a thing, except for the few men who were clients of mine. "Eventually, one of them made a move on me -- the "daytime me" -- the one who owned a home and led a respectable life. He had no idea about my other line of work. He was much, much older than me, but liked the idea of a little trophy on his arm. Don't get me wrong, he was sweet and I grew to love him as a friend. Maybe he loved me too, but I know it was the sex that kept him happy. By that time I knew enough tricks to keep him occupied in bed for the rest of his life, and pretended that they were all tips I picked up from reading Cosmo magazine. He died a few years later and left me everything. There were no scheming relatives to contend with. Just a lawyer, some papers, and then I was free." She sighed. "In all those years, I never forgot about Peter -- not for a day. I imagined a world that he and I could have been happy in, to live as we pleased. "Then I found my second career." With this she smiled at Josh and Allie. "I knew there had to be other people, like Peter and I. People whose love was forbidden by others, or even by themselves." And now Lana rose slowly from her chair and moved towards the bed. "I've seen fathers put their dicks in the mouths of their daughters. I've seen sisters lower their pussies onto the cocks of their brothers. I've seen sisters eating each other cunts, and brothers suck each other's hard-ons." She reached a hand out and gradually pulled the back the bed curtain. "But my favorite, favorite thing is to watch is a mother and son kiss for the first time." Allie was staring directly at Josh now. Her eyes were red and puffy, but there was an animal hunger behind them that he found impossible to look away from. She was leaning forward, almost panting for breath. The white dress hung damply to her breasts in the muggy room. She looked half-bedraggled, half-crazed. She crawled towards the edge of the bed, her pendulous tits rocking back and forth beneath the dress. Josh thought he maybe heard Lana whisper something, but a loud buzzing in his ears seemed to block out all sound. He felt himself standing, though he didn't remember telling his body to do so. Then he found he was approaching the bed as his mother, his beautiful mother, rose on her knees and held her arms out wide. And then they were kissing. Josh rolled his tongue around his mother's. It felt warm and slippery and impossible. He felt her hands roaming anxiously around his body, grabbing at anything and everything. Her bosom crushed against his chest and he pushed in even further, desperate to feel her body give against his chest. He nudged her head back to reveal her neck, which he kissed and sucked. She moaned, "So long... I've waited so long." He alternated between her hot mouth and her long, succulent neck until their restraint broke. He took the top of her dress by the neckline with both hands and pulled down hard. The dress ripped apart, and as it came down it took her bra with it. Suddenly, there were her tits in their massive splendor. They were each enormous, yet balanced perfectly on her chest, pale and topped with soft, rosy nipples. Gathered around the nipples like freckles were dozens of little bumps, all standing on end as if calling for his touch. She took each breast in hand and pushed them up, but there was so much flesh they actually seemed to spill out between her fingers. They rippled in her hands. "Touch them. Please." There was desperate longing in her voice. Josh took one tit and lifted is up. It was heavy and hot. Then he slowly lowered his head to her nipple and took it in his mouth. "Oooooohh," she said with a moan. Lana spoke up for the first time in minutes. "That's your son, Allie, on the same breast you nursed him with. Don't ignore it. Acknowledge it. Revel in it. Your baby boy is sucking on your tit again. He's been dreaming about this for years. Give him your tits. Give him everything. Your whole body is his." Allie's body shuddered and she gave a squeal. Urged on, Josh sucked at her nipples like a madman. They grew long and hard in his mouth. He could almost imagine the way the milk used to flow from them. And from all Allie's moans and little shrieks, it was as if she was willing her breasts to do it again. He squeezed and sucked, driving her on to a fevered pitch until they reached a crescendo, at which she grabbed the back of his head and pushed him into her breasts so hard he could not breathe beneath all her flesh. Then she slackened and fell back on the bed. As she fell, her tits wobbled meekly against her chest and she peered at him through heavily glazed eyes. "I'm yours, Josh. My body, my everything. It's yours I want you to take it all and do everything you've ever dreamed of." It was her confession, whole and complete, There was no more struggle. No more soul-searching. She had made her choice, just as Josh had made his choice earlier in the evening. They would give in to the most taboo of pleasures and live with the consequences. Josh pulled his shirt off, then unbuckled his pants and let them drop. His cock sprang out, bouncing slightly up and down in anticipation. Allie gave a shudder. She leaned forward and took the shaft in her hands. Her touch felt incredible. Only yesterday it had seemed impossible, yet here it was, his own mother fondling his cock with her breasts wantonly out on display, all in her own bed. She stroked lightly up and down, feeling the heft of his balls and the sponginess of his shaft. Then Lana spoke again in that deep voice that reminded him of smoke and whiskey. "It's time, Josh. Pull down her dress. Take off her panties. This woman gave you life itself. Don't ignore it. Revel in it." Josh took hold of Allie's dress that was bunched up at her waist. She lifted up her butt from the mattress to help him, and he pulled the dress, bra, and panties down until they fell in a heap on the floor. He took a moment to admire her body, which was spread out for him on the bed like a gift. She was the quintessence of a woman: ravishing hair, a sexy smile, heavy breasts, wide hips, and -- now he could see -- a light tuft of hair above her pussy, which she had obscured slightly by titling a leg. He wanted to drink in her whole body. He wanted never to forget this sight, but she reached out and took his arms, pulling him on top of her. Underneath him, her body felt yielding and warm. They kissed again for several minutes, all the while his hard cock traced the shape of her thighs and the valley between them. They were like dancers, each move matched with a graceful countermove. A kiss here, a caress there, a parting of legs and the hot pressure of body against body. Then Allie very deliberately parted her legs wide and grabbed Josh at the hips. "Please, Josh. Please." Josh too that as his cue and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She was staring at him, holding her breath in suspense. He could not hear Lana and knew she must be holding her breath as well. Then with all the felling of love, desire, and eagerness he could, be push into his mother's pussy until there was nothing left to give. Allie's mouth opened wide but no sound issued from it. Josh could feel her cunt spasming and clenching around him and he held back for as long as he could. But the excitement was impossible to contain. "Mom, I need to..." "Do it!" she cried. "Inside me." Permission granted, he exploded inside her. Wave after wave of cum shot from him until he thought he might die from the sheer pleasure of it. Allie's pussy gripped and grabbed at him like a fist around his dick, squeezing the life essence from him until they slackened and he collapsed in a heap on top of her. --------------------------------- As he stabbed at a plate of pancakes, Josh tried without much luck to piece it together. Here was his mother, humming and dancing in front of the oven, as ever, cooking breakfast for her son. And here he sat, eating the pancakes, glancing over the paper, and saying things like "Thanks, Mom" -- things that would have been entirely normal, but for the fact that his mother wore nothing more than an old t-shirt of his, her wide ass fanning out under the hem as it bopped back and forth in time to some unheard song. But for the fact that he could still smell the lingering sex on their bodies. But for the fact that just at that moment, a beautiful older woman wearing a translucent robe came down the stairs, rubbed her fingers through his hair, and sat down beside him. He realized, quite plainly, that all was not as it had been. "Mmm, Allie, that's smell wonderful," said Lana. Allie smiled to herself and scooped up a few more pancakes for Lana. "Is this my prize?" asked Lana. "For being our guardian angel?" said Allie. "Yes. We'll start with the pancake prize." "I hope the prizes get even better from there," said Lana mischievously. "They just might," Allie whipped back at her. "I've been out of commission for a long time. I need to try out the old bod', put her through her paces." She smacked her own bare butt for emphasis. Josh reddened, which both women noticed. They closed in on him, Allie pushing her ass and Lana her barely concealed tits into his face. "What the matter, Josh?" said Allie in mock sympathy. "Is this too much for your little ears to take?" "No..." simpered Josh, "it's just... this is a lot to take in all at once." Allie frowned and knelt down beside him, her demeanor returning to "mom-like" so fast it was remarkable to witness. "Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry," she said. "I know it's all really, really, really...." "Weird," he finished. "Yes, weird. But we can't go back. You know that right?" From her kneeling position, Allie, began to rise slowly, dragging her body softly against Josh's face. "You've turned me into a new woman, Josh. I'm a firecracker now. A real slut." She rose to standing position so her crotch was near-level with his face. Lovingly, she pressed the back of his head so his nose poked through her pubic hair. He took a deep breath and could smell the new arousal growing within her. Ensconced in the musk, he started to lose his head a little. Her voice grew fainter and his cock grew larger. "I want to try new things, Josh," she said. Lana's voice chimed in. "She wants to try new things." Then Josh felt Lana's body press into him from behind until her pussy could be felt on the back of his neck. Through the flesh, he could hear the wet, smacking sounds of them kissing above. With no where to go, Josh down into his mother's pussy, licking and nibbling every part he could get at. He reached around and cupped her soft, wide buttocks. They yielded so pleasantly at the touch. So much flesh, he thought, so much soft flesh. All he wanted was to be buried in it, just as he was now. From above, he heard Lana's whiskey smoke voice. "Say 'thank you,' Josh." "Thank you," he murmured. He felt her body crush harder against him. He could feel the slickness of her pussy as she rubbed it up and down on his face. "Say 'thank you,' Josh." "Thank you," he tried to say again, but his mouth was filled with his mother's pussy. He felt Lana's hand side down to the back of his head and drive it hard into his Allie's pussy again. The two women's bodies were squeezing together, completely enveloping him. And he found he didn't care. He could have drowned here in their flesh and wouldn't have a regret in the world. His mother's pussy tasted sweet and salty on his tongue, and the more he licked the more juice she had to give him. This is where he wanted to be. He thought that he might have heard Lana say something to him, but the sound was drowned out by the slapping flesh and his own thoughts, repeating over and over like a mantra: "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." END